Prufrock Shadowrunner: All together we just lost in the thicket of a**umptions Changing the tracks confused at the junction Limits to the fresh air Ripping out my chest hair Waking up in cold sweats shaking off the nightmares Slim Moore:(x2) I've heard them say times have changed Prufrock Shadowrunner: Many promises given a lot depending on the system Money driven get some wisdom or its cuffed & off to prison Gotta stay a good Samaritan They shirt & tie they wearing in The taxpayer funded conference at the Sheraton Stay away from coffee Nerves already got me Working too long for little pay, time is costly Retirement plans still ain't returning dividends Wanna move up on the come up but I gotta pay the middleman Back to an office desk job for a stint (damn) To settle some debts & solidify rent Now my co-workers found out I can rock a stage They have all kinda ways, press me to engage Internet search results, smile & they go to me “never would have guessed you would be 1 to hustle poetry” This is not a hustle its my life you damn marsupial So please keep your face on your side of your cubicle Slim Moore: (CHORUS) I've been treated so bad for so long That I don't even know whats right from whats wrong I know its hard to believe it But I can wake up every morning strong.... Oh baby Prufrock Shadowrunner: Gra** looker greener on a cultivated lawn But there's only so many chemicals I can nibble on From the 1's in our food to the endless perfumes Need to come clean hold a fresh have a douche Start seeing people equally Im not speaking racially Many will no longer take this sitting waiting patiently Now to get our spines realigned with the times Get your hands out the vinegar, your wallowing in brine White collar crime bout to meet some resistance Plan to wipe the commonwealth out of existence Don't hold your tongue, step from the bottom rung Messing with the hornets surprised when they get stung Global deficiency Handled efficiently As many of the outspoken disappear suspiciously Well I don't fear the white house, house of Commons none Speak til I'm deported or silenced by a gun Slim Moore: (CHORUS) I've been treated so bad for so long That I don't even know whats right from whats wrong I know its hard to believe it But I can wake up every morning strong.... Oh baby Slim Moore:(x4) I've heard them say times have changed