Jesse Paradox - Work Ethic lyrics

Verse 1 I didn’t incarnate to waste my sacred days. It’s not OK that we’re all slaves for pay, who always obey, and let their dreams all drain away. Not saying I’m lazy, but I don’t cater to the fake. I crave a break, I need escape, to create my own fate. Strangers gaze on my face and mistake me for a girl who’s gay; gotta remain brave, focus on what I can change. When your consciousness raises, you’ll be aware of what I say. Customer service, nothing worse than this. f** this sh**, it’s purposeless; the cursed must work to live. Perfect your work ethic-Sir, your purpose is worthless. My family doesn’t understand, I can’t pretend to be practical, trapped by the aspirations of the average folk. Not with rock star fantasies, lost in part to my heart’s needs. Scarcity is fear underneath, and on this earth it reeks Chorus Ethic of work is a fallacy; Test this and flirt with catastrophe. Verse 2 I feel so different, so weird people can sniff it. Normal, formal, intellectually poor to conform But it’s cool to be smart, to have a beautiful heart. I loved school, college too, not just for its “use,” but for knowledge as j**els! Socially awkward, but knew when I grew up, there must be a few cute dudes who would f**. My quiet attitude may seem rude, but it’s not true! Often when mad I fantasize, a bomb goes off and everyone dies, and I’m the last one alive… Damaged when young, fear our foundation, afterward as adults, self-therapy our vocation. Soul so sick, I’m about to quit, to bear it all without pills. To live optimistic, I gotta have music; this with my girl’s kiss lifts me like Christmas. I wish we could all give our gifts and fix this sickness. Verse 3 A graduate of 2008, the game has changed. Pick a major, stay there, and later you’ll be stable; no longer true, and we don’t know what to do! The Recession has us guessing, choosing alternate routes. So now I’d best invest in what lets me be content, not rape culture threats bred from lack of consent. Instead in bed getting pet by my wet girlfriend, better yet, resting in the present moment before I’m dead. I still have ambition: goals, focus, and s**-driven, to actualize my vision as the next rebel musician. Never gave attention to competition or fear. Deep down in the soul ground, the spirit sound is clear: In a meditation session this voice of heaven spoke right through; I guess this blessing is a lesson, now I know my truth: Our purpose from birth, my original worth on this earth, is that I express love into the universe.