RAT RACE
This rat race, it’s one bad place Where I can’t breathe and I can’t see Struggling on my knees for this piece of cheese. The world? Oh, it’s watching, see? And coming after me on this treadmill They got me spinning my wheels Never getting ahead. Hey, why get out of bed? Tryin’ to make a dime to buy me more time In this rat race. It’s a sad place. All that glitters ain’t gold, just pennies getting’ old. Tryin’ to make my way, still they want to make me pay Can’t wait to see the day when I can finally say: I’m done with you. Don’t feel no gratitude. You offered nothing good like they thought you would. Just a rat race. Don’t throw bait in my face. Won’t make me lose my mind, step ‘cross your finish line And be like one of you; that’s what I used to do. But, I sought a change of pace. Got out the rat race. I’m on a clean street, no fear in who I meet. We all think the same, don’t play the ‘ignorance’ game. So maybe we can attain that promised life without pain. See, that’s something you don’t know ‘cause you like to move real slow Refuse to change your gait; for pleasure you can’t wait Stay up all night and all day? Okay, have fun living life out your way. But, take care to count your days that once you’ve reached the end of that maze, It’s not just flesh you have pleased; sad to discover there is no cheese But just the trap they’d set for you and now your days become few Because once done, you can’t erase… Your steps you cannot retrace So ends the rat race.
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