Workaholic
feels like I work my life away and I'm still poor i kill myself night and day can't take it any more for reals work for minimum wage low pay at another grocery store can't even pay my bills this is not ok this shit I can't ignore no comparison there is no such thing as the American dream no I in team cash rules everything around me cream fuck the mainstream narrative its just a scheme nothing is genuine poverty is at an all time extreme self medicate on illicit medicine to keep my self-esteem . like a fien burning nicoteen on a movie screen here I go again I need to get up out of this scene try to stay clean now and then end up somewhere in-between used to work hard like if I was a machine but as if late I barely have the means bills overdue never ending debt blew through this weeks check nothimg left but regret always bit off more then i can chew credit check bill collectors wont let me forget late shift night crew breaking a sweat no clue how to make rent and everyone wonders why im so upset guns i used too have a few bullets spent now cant even afford a bayonet homelesness is not new but is a serious threat i wish i can cash in virtue and hit the reset button or just flip the script like the B side of a cassette and stop watching my dreams burn to waste like a lit cigarette employed but still living in poverty annoyed stop giving my all debauchery avoid wishing i would win the lottery the void inside im missing makes my eyes watery im destroyed unforgiving ready to cut my my main artary never enjoyed sitting on the porch of my own property paranoid im not kidding always feel like someone is watching me like an opiod im itching for a robbery this slave mentality makes me laugh dark comedy
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feels like I work my life away and I'm still poor i kill myself night and day can't take it any more for reals work for minimum wage low pay at another grocery store can't even pay my bills this is not ok this shit I can't ignore no comparison there is no such thing as the American dream no I in team cash rules everything around me cream fuck the mainstream narrative its just a scheme nothing is genuine poverty is at an all time extreme self medicate on illicit medicine to keep my self-esteem . like a fien burning nicoteen on a movie screen here I go again I need to get up out of this scene try to stay clean now and then end up somewhere in-between used to work hard like if I was a machine but as if late I barely have the means bills overdue never ending debt blew through this weeks check nothimg left but regret always bit off more then i can chew credit check bill collectors wont let me forget late shift night crew breaking a sweat no clue how to make rent and everyone wonders why im so upset guns i used too have a few bullets spent now cant even afford a bayonet homelesness is not new but is a serious threat i wish i can cash in virtue and hit the reset button or just flip the script like the B side of a cassette and stop watching my dreams burn to waste like a lit cigarette employed but still living in poverty annoyed stop giving my all debauchery avoid wishing i would win the lottery the void inside im missing makes my eyes watery im destroyed unforgiving ready to cut my my main artary never enjoyed sitting on the porch of my own property paranoid im not kidding always feel like someone is watching me like an opiod im itching for a robbery this slave mentality makes me laugh dark comedy
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