in a search of job

can't stop this time for once.
time's nor mine. 

neither i'm dunce
i look for some jobs, 

bloody jobs ain't want me
those who want me, 

i pity at 'em for free
what's it this world? -- 

i don't know what it is
life's so simple, 

but we live it complicatedly
marketing's no good, 

but can pay you so well
i want life being balanced, 

for that, i'm being quelled.
i be running outta time, 

time's yo money but money ain't no mine
money's real bitch, 

& i gonna have to get this 'ight.

i'm suppressed a little bit, 

& living a life like shit

i ain't wanna do that, 

the sin has got me wicked.

the world's damn beaped

& had us youth yo flipped 

i don't wanna be slave 

neither wish getting trapped

i want damn fucking freedom, 

but this freedom be now chapped.