[New Classic]

I got this $100 jacket $50 shades
And a $20 haircut With a $10 shave
I'll probably sell this joint for five dollars
Dang I need a raise If I could my shit away
I would gladly trade for praise

I'd give a dollar bill IF you could understand
I'm not your average man
Back when I was a kid I didn't worship Em or fitty cent
I learned the art of rapping from Phife Dog and Dilla
Guru and Evidence, and Big Pun the killa

I spent a quarter of my life just tryna make amends
I pray the means will justify the ends
This music is my therapy and The microphones my only friend
And at the drop of a dime I'll tell the world what's on my mind

Psychiatric rapping Pay a nickel just to prove I'm fine
You wouldn't spend a penny on my thoughtful rhymes?
I'd rather split a piece of eight to fill my dinner plate so I can bide my time
A Starving artist may be broke but got a credit line

[Hook]

I got this life long dream and a dead end job see
You Empathize with me yeah you know that life well probably
I'll probably never ever make it to the finish line
I'm gifted with the pen and pad but hardly get to finish lines

Cuz I'm too busy wasting time behind a counter top
Helping earn a fortune that I'll only see a portion of
Too busy dreaming of the mountain top
Counting out my tips before i tiptoe through the parking lot

Gripping paper baring faces of our bi-gone freedom fighters
but neglecting to partake in all the freedoms that they gave us
Man they died so we could live a life devoid of all this slavery
All i really want is to enjoy the life they gave to me

Listen, You're living that American dream boy
It's time for you to wake up It's not what it seems boy
I try to keep the thought of money out of my mind
But there's always something there to remind me