Derrik Ment@l - Dirt Under Your Nails Lyrics

I usually crawl out of my grave, every morning around eight
My teeth are all decayed, I won't be needing a breakfast plate
I made mistakes in this maze, went face to face with this craze
Been place to place, and amazed, look what we set ablaze
During the weekdays, I have to make an hourly rate
It don't work no other way, we're all slaves to some game
The pre-programming is so saddening, to believe we can not change
I don't need to feed complaints, I acquaint my own restraints
I paint myself with pain, and remain without a name
Late to rest, the same, if ever a good time frame
Decease without a reason, and cease to be indecent
It seems that we been dreamin', wake up to what is recent
Engine-ears keep runnin', bright lighters, keep lightin'
Inspiration keep comin', let live lyrics, and light in
Set my spirit inside, it's no longer with me when I walk
We are all desensitized, by the lies, they always talk
I don't need to see the clock, because I'll remember that we've expired
I can't seem to rest in peace, release, the situation is dire
This is what will inspire, the next wave of events
From this day ever since, one mistake never ends
Where'd the dirt under your nails come from?
From the place where I stay, where I wake, everyday
Where'd the dirt under your nails come from?
From the place where I lay, where I wake, everyday
Where'd the dirt under your nails come from?
It's the earnings, of this journey, that I'm yearning to give up
I'm good with a shovel, can you dig, if you're not yet grounded?
It's really no trouble, how I live, is how I'm soundin'
I come from the puddles, and the pits, of this great wasteland
I'm made of the rubble, and the grit where I've made base-camp
Out there like a spaceman, don't hesitate to shake hands
You, and your man, want to make plans, at night we can all grave dance
You should respect the dead, don't tread my bed, get off my plot
Born, and Texas-bred, is what I said, and where I'll rot
I ain't forgot about the doubt, that's spoutin' out their mouth
I'm loud like sound, from out the clouds, and poundin' on your house
I'm filthy, can you feel me, and we'll see who's not guilty
We'll bring down the building, closed-minded eyes still filming
This arrangement is wilting, but beautiful, and mine
And they didn't really kill me, because that too, is D.I.Y.
In my quest, of this livin' death, I been given breath, just to limit stress
You been depressed, while I been impressed, I can never rest, inside this mess
No amount of teachin', can be preachin' your life lesson
What is it that you're reachin', when you don't answer the question?
Where'd the dirt under your nails come from?
From the place where I stay, where I wake, everyday
Where'd the dirt under your nails come from?
From the place where I lay, where I wake, everyday
Where'd the dirt under your nails come from?
It's the earnings, of this journey, that I'm yearning to give up