"Wake up to another day
Gotta get to work gotta get the big pay
I got car notes and rent and the other nonsense
That's slowly turning me into a slave
But its ok because I look good
I got the best clothes and the best neighborhood
And that's what it's about the American dream
In a rat race but the rats want cream
In an obscene amount more than I can count
So I won't recognize that I'm drowning deep
In the oceans of life my breath full of strife
And my head aches the stress just pounding me down
Here comes the tears of a clown"
Pigeon John, "Weight Of The World"
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