Make Yer Own Luck

I ain't what you want me to be
From your prescription I am free
E'reone thinks that I'm insane
'Cause I refuse to play the game
I'll prolly wear out my shoes, break the skin of my hands,
If I have to crawl through the dust I will make it in the end.
I ain't really mad at you...
Well, I ain't only mad at you
I've worked myself bloody, hoping it would pay off
But y'all are face down, drowning in your own trough
You can take what I leave, pick up what I put down
It don't matter how much you try, you don't have it where it counts.
When life beats me down
I git right back up
I ain't gonna win no crown of thorns for giving up
You gotta make yer own luck
You wanted me in your uniform
But I needed more than your conformity
Now I'm free from your meat hooks
With a conscience clean and fat pocketbook
You're a pris'ner to your lack of creativity
Your mediocrity is all you've got to soothe your aching soul
When life beats us down
We git right back up
We ain't gonna win no crown of thorns for giving up,
you gotta make yer own luck.