[Intro: Khary]
You know, living in New York, I used to write a lot of songs on the train
Like-like, to and from work
In-between interning and my part-time jobs
That's- that's the only time I really had

[Verse 1: Khary]
I've been working all damn day
For about like two weeks straight
My boss is a fucking bitch
Matter fact, you can tell that hoe I fucking quit!
I just got a dollar for a raise, what the fuck is this?
I can make more money on the train doing fucking flips
Barely got enough to go on break, eat some fucking chips
And you always wonder why I'm late for my fucking shift
I don't smile enough, I know, my shirt's never tucked, I know
You should write me up, I don't give a fuck about emails, about retail
When I'm not at work and I'm not clocked in, you can spare me them details
Don't care about your point of sale, I'ma be a rapper
Gi-Give me a year and I'ma be on, be on, see the the sign, yeah, neon, neon
Don't believe me, n***a, don't believe me, so many people I'ma shit and pee on
Folding shirts is not my dream, I don't know who you were kiddin'
How 'bout you suck my dick? Call that my new position
I swear

[Interlude: Khary]
So I used to work retail, and-
I mean that shit fucking sucked, but, uh...
You'd have all these people move to New York to chase all their dreams
And they get so caught up and just settle for like some management position
But me, I always thought, "Fuck that"
[Verse 2: Latrell James]
I-I-I-I was searching for a place that I can go, I can go
Place where I ain't got to feel no pain no more, pain no more
Hit the red eye in the morning, DK know, DK know
Leave that stressful shit behind and save your soul, save your soul
Hope I don't run out of memories, play "Metal Gear Solid" for hours, left animal crackers on couches
Spilt ketchup all over my outfit, we live for directed deposits
I hope I don't run out of Hennessy, 'cause the liquor eliminates problems, drink till I'm numb and the past is forgotten
Swim in my thoughts and I drown out my conscience till I'm out of options
I'm second-guessing all my actions, waiting for something better really happen
Steady giving out that good, you know the universe a magnet
Tried to organize the madness, only lead to more reactions, only lead to my distractions
Only lead to my disaster, this is exactly what happened, oh boy
Man, I thought my world ended when she told us 'bout her sickness
Start to question my existence, I was praying for remission
But what kind of example would she be setting for her children?
Man, I wouldn't have my momma if she ever thought of quitting
Glad she didn't