The Spin Cycle

[Verse 1: Blueprint]

A dollar’s hard to earn, the drama’s hard to kill

Even if you got God, you gotta guard your grill

Times is hard with or without a job, it’s ill

People standing outside like it’s a fire drill

Just a consequence of living in the modern world

Cash rules so people bow to the dollar bill

Might stab you in the back, holler at your girl

They rap about make-believe, package it and call it real

Major labels crying foul, singing nothing sell

Out of touch with the youth, all they do is yell

They say all we do is download, pirate and steal

But twenty bucks for two good songs, they can go to hell

We know it all too well, the fleecing of our pockets

Study what works, copy it, make a profit

Tax us to high hell, pennies to the artist

Whoever American Idol labels as the hottest

It’s all related, pieces start falling in place

The only trait they demonstrate is eagerness to imitate

Like Ford or GM, a similar fate

They like to blame it on the workers when the product doesn’t innovate

Every year a little less is on your dinner plate

Stress make you refi, your house is a piggy bank

Probably pocket change to some rich tycoon

It’s just a spin cycle, we’ll be dry soon, [?] on

[Verse 2: Illogic]

He talks to himself when he’s alone

This seems to be the easiest way to find someone who understands

Learns to realize how he’s grown

Diligently working for the day when he can finally unfold his plans

Getting high for the cycle of it

Walking in place never seemed to be the purpose he was born for

Buried the pain to rise above it

Tired of fighting the burning sensation of screaming that he wants more

Completely illusive, emotionally drained

Couldn’t complain ‘cause he survived a childhood riddled with fear

The day he unraveled the true meaning of his name was the same day he discovered where he was supposed to be and it wasn’t here

Living day to day is the challenge he embraces

Tangled in a mangled mess of mockery and manhood

Retreat is a constant temptation ‘cause he was never taught the process of standing the way a man should

But that’s not an excuse that leaps from his tongue

‘cause choice and change are the only things that defined his destination

Thankful for where he is and comes from

Knows where he’s going but understand it’s hard to be virtuous involving patience

He smiles for the cycle of it

His reflection is something he would usually turn away from before today

But now when the sun shines, he loves it

No longer praying for angels’ tears to spin-cycle insane away

He’s moved on