Oh my God, why is it so hard to find a job, then people wonder why banks get robbed, or that it's odd,

about the high crime rate, but it's too late, to debate,

this country of violence, they try to keep it silent, so try it, on autopilot,

but always get shot down, and I've found,

the EDD just wasn't meant for me, and eventually, I get everything free,

cuz I'm forced to steal, fuck how you feel, the struggles real, and I just can't deal,

with the reality of my mentality,

of being ass out on the street, that shits deep, on cold concrete you sleep, garbage cans you eat, symptoms of defeat, then they treat,

you like subhuman pieces of shit, don't tell me not to quit, or why I get lit, I'm sick,

but that's nothing new, walk in my shoes, I bet I'll make the news,

cuz they have no fuckin idea, so see ya,

get the fuck up out my face, I'm going to outer space, in haste, displaced, disgraced, mistakes, can't erase, fall from grace,

but I was never graceful, wicked if you say so,

ready and able, to turn the table, unstable,

and just ran out of my meds, what's going on in my head? Can't get out of bed, my spirits dead, but instead,

of filling out more apps, I don't give a crap, and seem to lack,

the skills for the position, in submission, but listen, before you start dissin,

what I'm trying to say, break my back for low pay, every single day, and try as I may, I always expect, a worthless check, this rope around my neck, I detect, another rejection email, I always fail, so I post bail, but stuck in jail,

cuz I can't afford the ten percent, as I repent, but they tempt, and they're bent, making me live in this tent, cuz the rent,

continues to rise, and can't hide, the lies, that disguise, the size,

of this insurmountable debt, that's hard to accept, but I bet, I'll let my tech, make their shirts wet , as I pet,

this hair trigger, makes these charges bigger, but I figure, they're eager,

to put me in a wooden box, when I'm caught, or they lock,

me in a six by eight cell, as I burn in hell, just a hollow shell,

of the person I could have been, as I die in sin, the end.