Randall Mance - Hobby lyrics

Hobby: - “An activity done regularly in one's leisure time for pleasure “....... that's funny because half of the time I only write when I'm In pain. A hobby is something we do in our free time.....but when I'm at work I write more than soldiers going over seas and I could give a f** if my manager walks by and oversees Sometimes I envision myself already on the stage/ I'm roaming the aisles practicing my hand gestures/ I'm spitting my barz to the crowd/ multiple nods I guess they concur/ snap back to reality/ “Oh hey how you doing sir?....... Oh you're looking for the Levi's?.....They're in the right hand corner. Yeah no problem have a good one”/ Sometimes I just stand at this register and let my mind register. I'm still waiting on the shift but can barely make it through this shift/ a list of things to complete but I'm all I'm thinking is ABAB I must have ADD because only thing that has my attention are these rhymes/ customers hara**ing/ but I'm trying to make time for this sh** /but I have a long line/ sneak away to the bathroom just to stall time/ 5, 10, 15, hell sometimes even 20/ I leave this hell on earth just to jot on paper receipts and I'm refunded back the bliss of solace......and to me that's all that matters./ Head packed with ambition/ needing space for all my goals/ the prize of a failure is not a consolation/ Poetry is the outline to my success you can even see the constellation........so how can my father say you don't matter? How can you be discarded and deemed as something retarded when my legacy will remain because of you even after I've departed?/ Pops asked if I was getting paid for this and I told him I wasn't .....well at least not yet/ but this isn't a contest it's a global concept to chase after something you love to do/ I don't want to hear the gums flapping of my boss and being chewed/ out on the streets to me that's cool/ I would still have a sign that says “will spit poems for food” Loafing around being a sloth is the only way I can see being in this position/ but even if I steal for stacks of bread because these crumbs don't add up to a slice /behind bars bars would still be my vice/ No matter what the sentence I've been condemned to a life of writing about my life/ Before I was smoking loud and dro/ back when my friends weren't mature enough to understand my problems in relations/ when the advice was “man f** that b**h” / but see I loved that b**h and it wasn't that simple/ mind frame was shattered but still I poured out my heart from the pitcher into these love letters only to receive d**h threats/ How can I not remember/ when I was going deeper and deeper into depression/ because the popular kids were getting picked and I was left sitting on the bench/ couldn't press these issues off my chest/so in my journal I list the problems but the only solution was suicide/ I didn't have that voice to tell me it's all good man/ I couldn't call Saul/ It's funny now because I still have the note hanging on my wall./ this so called hobby robbed and stripped away all of my negativity/ this so called hobby will turn into a career....but without support when will that be.