Can't sleep and it's not 'cause of the speed
It's this nightmare that we live in that we call reality
Pay to live, from the moment were born
Hell I'm surprised they don't charge rent before we're evicted the womb
Get a job, you gotta earn your keep
'Cause you're only worth how much you make hourly
To those privileged enough to sign your paychecks
But can't spell bourgeoisie out of some kind of backwards poetic justice

You gotta go to college, if you wanna make it count
But your degree comes with compounding interest and a lifetime of doubt
That you might not pay it off, with all the money from your new job
'Cause there's bills to pay and there's mouth's to feed including your landlord's and you boss'
So we try and cope, by drinking every day
And smoking and snorting anything that comes our way
But it's somehow wrong, to cope using those things
I've made the money that you've asked, just let me live this crack pipe dream in peace

No peace, well the nightmare gets worse
There are children in cages being separated from their parents
And in the cities, well the mass incarcerations
Are turning wage slavery into literal slave wages
And the police they're murdering black people in the streets
And in their homes and in their cars and even while they sleep
And the response from far too many people
Isn't abolition or reform it's just letting them murder more people

They've commodified the land, that they stole so long ago
From the native people that they've massacred
And they're still, trying to steal more native land
For oil pipelines and fireworks behind portraits in mountains
So we keep trying to cope with all the same unhealthy mechanisms
Fighting for what's right while pondering nihilism
'Cause it keeps getting worse with the passing of each day
It's a crack pipe dream for sure, ç'est la vie et ça me tuera