Start the day before the alarm early in dawn
Fortunes are pawned for orderly wrongs
Morning's long when your quarters are gone
I took a puff from the Philly air, I don't really care
There's promise in the morning that I could be a millionaire
At the finish line just kill me there
Morning's long but the morning's promising
You know when the air smells of pollution and pollen wandering?
Kind of makes you think about the possibilities
Who decided me to be so lost to bills and fees?
All I know is every trial is puzzle piece
That's why I'm always following the subtleties
One day, I know that everything will come to me
They would always ask me, what you looking for?
Tell me about your goals and dreams
But I never kept in mind what they told to me
So now I look at life with half and eye
Black suit, black tie, just passing by
Me? Well I'm just an average guy
Do my best thinking while I'm in transport
Everybody thinking they could fit their life in a Jansport
Living in the city for a handful, now
Debt to a crooked landlord
Scams run the land, hand in hand, but man
I don't understand it all
Looking at the different people on the subway, thinking
I could make it better one day, I just gotta shake the Mondays
And find some way

End the day, late in the evening
Make or break, just make sure that you make it easy
When I step back it can make me queasy
So I just focus on the task at hand, and make sure that I take the freebies
When I get back flip on the TV
Then I sit back and forget the needy
A job so I can buy drinks at night
I ain't gonna change the world, ain't nobody gonna make things right
Pardon the pessimism, but I ain't ever seen the best of living
A second chance will just lead back to the first decisions
Yeah well then again I can't imagine the worst conditions
"Life's ill, sometimes life might kill"
Sometimes I don't know why I try to fight the will
Then I remember that I'm high as hell
High like my utility bill
Then I remember what I fail to see
That all that I have is thanks to the people who I'll never meet
I do things for the nameless, faceless, those who came before me
Those who didn't make it to the ranks of the rich and famous
You think we all want fame for material gain?
Or do we just want our name to make it through the generations, look
This is history, provided that you make it

What you go to school for? What you wanna be?
You want to get enlightened or do you just want the degree? Me?
While I'ma never reach nirvana, so I'ma compensate with drama
While I ponder pleasure pain and the pursuit to prosper
Copy down my genre, brand it onto my pajamas
Drama, drama

What you get up in the morning for? Where you wanna go?
Are you your own man or a product of the dough, no
It ain't like your idols told ya
You wanna be a rock n'rolla
You wanna follow dreams until you grow up and you're way broker than the image that your TV sold ya
Yeah I'm the voice in your mind, don't forget
That those who make it are the ones who leave this voice behind
You'll be alright with proper measures added on
They'll be in sight with their binoculars and camouflage
But you will be alright with proper measures added on
Just keep it moving
Until the end of the song