P.E.A.C.E

[Verse I]

What's the point of being in art?

Nobody listen so I can't influence shit

I'm living basically off anything I get

Wouldn't mind it, if I could afford to live

Steady blinded by the debt

Feeling violent as I find out that we bounced another check

I ain't mad at the truth

Know you feel it all too

But what's a man to do?

When capitalism is packed to brim with abuse

Stare at the noose. Stare at the noose

That was the previous tape

So two big fuck yous

Two Big Fuck Yous

I ain't trying to die

But the pressures getting high

That I just might end up killing mother fuckers for a dime

In the prime of my life, but I die every night

When I wake up to go cake up at a job I despise

[Verse II]

Back to the grind

Put in the time

And watching these dollar signs

All fall in line

Nine to a five

Ten to a seven

Attendance dependant, regardless

Ya interested?

You need to ball

And the only working in Utah

Is working these calls