Nonstop

Nonstop! Workin till the bone and
Don't drop! Won't ever be home till the sun goes down
Need to make that dough so clock in and clock out
And punch in and punch out, I'm in

Pardon my treason but I don't see the reason
Of this system you set up I'm constantly dreamin
While they call me a heathen
I just draw on my homework I feel incompleted
I got somethin that's eating at me
Scholar but I'm never feelin happy
Now I roll around in debt cause the bigger the beggar
The heavier toll they slap me

Why it feel like my soul in the backseat
Queen Latifah been whipping this taxi
And she been drivin me crazy but not like Miss Daisy
I'm thinkin my life need a receipt
I been left in the dark reimburse me
They put me on assembly lines this must be a crime
My prime but I don't make a dime
Whole time thought that I only could climb
This lateral plane won't help me to fly
Can't be an eye for an eye cause I see the guise
And you take no matter the size
I been trying to get outta the bind
But I signed off my soul and my mind
When I die I'ma leave it behind
But then the fine gon get passed to my child

I think I'm insane, I locked my own chains
How could I expect it to whither away
Don't care bout the fame but I need some change
And mopping up Spinx ain't gon speed up the pay
Can you blame me for shifting the blame?
Shootin blind so I don't gotta aim
Can't rewind in the middle of the game
So I'm inclined to earn my share today (Ahh)

Nonstop! Workin till the bone and
Don't drop! Won't ever be home till the sun goes down
Need to make that dough so clock in and clock out
And punch in and punch out, I'm in

They won't be happy till we in the dirt
Whip you in shape till the back of the hearse
La di da put yo studies to work
Coup de grace generational curse
Nonstop can't afford to flop
You ain't in the picture we got photoshop
Crop a whole block thassa mom and pop
Build an empire from a pencil drop

Carry this weight by the shoulders I feel a bit older
But who else gon keep they composure
It's pushin me lower the deeper I go
Some control of my future would give me some closure
Reluctant to lead but I stand at the podium
Thicker skin start to think I'm kryptonian
Life you chose breaks some forks in the road
Choose a path or break outta the mold (huh)

Nonstop! Workin till the bone and
Don't drop! Won't ever be home till the sun goes down
Need to make that dough so clock in and clock out
And punch in and punch out I'm in

Nonstop! Workin till the bone and
Don't drop! Won't ever be home till the sun goes down
Need to make that dough so clock in and clock out
And punch in and punch out I'm in



Credits
Writer(s): Jamal Monroe
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