9 to 5

Locked into a 9 to 5, doing 25 to life
Im 27 won't go to heaven
Cause i'm Bad to the bone
Teachers phone home
Cellphones stolen
Eye sockets swollen
No where going
Bed sheet folding
Front lawn mowing
Parked car towing
Credit card owing
Bank account frozen

Don't want to be a gansta
But I'd play one in a movie
You talking to me?
Keep friends close and your enemies closer
I keep the hennesy the closest
Lets toast a murmosa
We're supposed to
Teach these kids
What we learned from what we did
No one taught us
Lets just make it up instead
Tell em shoot for the stars
Set yourself apart
If you work hard
You can do what they want

Chase your dreams
As strange as it seems
Explore it don't ignore it
You might be designed for it
If you put your mind to it
Find the right time for it
Make yourself defined by it
The Skys will realign for it

Nah tell em they wont amount amount to nothing
They'll bust their ass struggling
Juggling 3 jobs and 4 kids with 5 debts. Calling to collect
The rich get richer and the poor poorer,
Pretty soon we can't afford water
You can pay for school or you can pay for crime.
Flipping burgers or flipping dimes
Trading stocks and sniffing lines
The corporate climb.
No jail time
Just a fair fine

Same age with different hairlines
Crossed the line in the sand
Cause I'm third eye blind
Opened my eyes to a better life
Finally taking advise from the old and wise
Never too late to try twice

Assignments unaligned
Can't find the time to live my life
So I wine while drinking wine
Complaining nothing changing
I want to take a plane on vacation
To the satellite space station
Make me a star sensation
Drive nice cars
Forget about my scars
Time ain't slowing down
Earth keep going round

Its just so cold
Im trying not to fold
Couldn't fit the mold
Now I'm getting old

Do I Sell my soul
So I can sell out shows
Reap what I sow
Guilt from head to toe
I need a bigger goal
To make me feel whole
Finally in control
But a boss at what cost

Lost my way from the cross
Time heals all
Try not to fall
Your name will get called
Gotta stand tall
While your backs against the wall
On your hands and knees
You still gotta crawl

Looking back at the past
Time dashes by so fast
I could use Directions at the intersection
If god was Mother Nature
The question you gotta ask her
Am I the driver or the passenger?



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Writer(s): Biz
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