Living in this city aint no joke!
I'm working 40 hours a week just to stay broke.
Property is still the great divider cause landowners still got all the power.
What's the difference between me and an indentured servant
when 50 percent of my pay check goes just to pay rent?
I've got collectors siphoning me off just a little at a time
these monthly bleedings got me losing my mind!
I'm talking GAS, Electric, phone-I aint even got CABEL!-
If luxury is the Garden of Eden then call me Cain and Abel
cause I am fighting with myself. Struggling to retain my drive
cause ya have to keep on hustlin if ya want to stay alive.
See, I gambled on education but all I got is loans,
I went for the chicken but instead I got the bones.
I'm living in a Lilliputian apartment and I'm feeling like Gulliver.
I've got a bedroom/dining/living-room/other.
I've got a loft bed where I sleep high in the sky.
I climb the ladder each night reaching for my piece of the pie.
I rise before sunshine alone and in pain. Shower unconscious,
dreams dribble down the drain,
always running late, the train doors wake me with a jerk,
riding the middle passage each morn from home to work.
I'm getting sick of this Sisyphean struggle,
but all the alternatives only spell trouble.
What am I supposed to do, quit my job? become a bum?
I've done that- not being able to afford food is NOT FUN.
I'm on the treadmill heading to wealth and
I'm about to drop dead doing this shit for my health.
I'm working 40 hours a week just to stay broke.
Property is still the great divider cause landowners still got all the power.
What's the difference between me and an indentured servant
when 50 percent of my pay check goes just to pay rent?
I've got collectors siphoning me off just a little at a time
these monthly bleedings got me losing my mind!
I'm talking GAS, Electric, phone-I aint even got CABEL!-
If luxury is the Garden of Eden then call me Cain and Abel
cause I am fighting with myself. Struggling to retain my drive
cause ya have to keep on hustlin if ya want to stay alive.
See, I gambled on education but all I got is loans,
I went for the chicken but instead I got the bones.
I'm living in a Lilliputian apartment and I'm feeling like Gulliver.
I've got a bedroom/dining/living-room/other.
I've got a loft bed where I sleep high in the sky.
I climb the ladder each night reaching for my piece of the pie.
I rise before sunshine alone and in pain. Shower unconscious,
dreams dribble down the drain,
always running late, the train doors wake me with a jerk,
riding the middle passage each morn from home to work.
I'm getting sick of this Sisyphean struggle,
but all the alternatives only spell trouble.
What am I supposed to do, quit my job? become a bum?
I've done that- not being able to afford food is NOT FUN.
I'm on the treadmill heading to wealth and
I'm about to drop dead doing this shit for my health.
Claudia Alick
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