Somewhere in between first and second to last
didn't graduate wasn't never in class/
still congratulations 29 and alive
full time job just tryin to survive/
girls ain't shit just fuck em and leave
old soul gets told in the dust that he breathe/
eight hours on his feet, ache in his legs
stress in the day then he takes it to bed/
lays his head on his hand, awakes in the chair
one happy moment ain't makin this fair/
holidays worse then the regular days
cept the time and a half what the regular pays/
nobody call, visitors sparse
takes breaks in his brain but he lives in his heart/
that he wears on his sleeve where they stickin the darts
takes the poster off his wall then he rips it apart/
dark silhouette block the stars behind
not worth collecting though he's hard to find/
dies fast yet charges fine
eventually it work, but never starts in time/
at the bar later on where he sits just to have a sip
holdin it together, slowly unravelin'/
boxed in travelin', a 84 chevrolet
hard to describe, he the day before yesterday/
designated spot where today's wars uh emanate
brush stroke masterfully change course meditate/
résumé for paint stores, more shades will let em make
steps towards the future at the pace boredom levitates/
fist thumps the chest, resonates from the pain stored
clouds been there but he the one that they rain for/
stakes hell or heaven , stopped at both on the same tour
follow what we blind to, with nothin left to aim toward
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