Jordan Hamilton - Rat Race (feat. Jay Jackson) Lyrics

Runnin' in this capitalistic game
Got me feelin much of the same
Ignoring the pain in search of the green and fame
I'm pretty sick of exhausting myself in this sadistic white man's gerbil wheel
Matter fact, I quit!
F*ck this shit!

But what about the kids?
And I know my ancestors got their bids
Gotta take of my loved ones for when my bodies gone
Play this game of thrones

And sittin' on my royal throne
Wonder if I find happiness or trap my bliss
Or raise my trip to the feeling of consciousness
And not flaunt my shit
In order to make my family proud
Connected like the proud family
Or find my friend like boy meets world
Or boy meets girl that gives em' entire world
Of the unseen shit they call the metaphysics
Shit the third eye gets and brain sees on shrooms or lucid
Or death of the physical Body that lobbies for hotties and
Outies for hobbies and judge thee for bein' thee
I wonder, I catch thee or be free?
From, lobbies and hotties and
Outies for hobbies and judge thee for bein' thee
I wonder, I catch thee or be free?
From, lobbies and hotties and
Outies for hobbies and judge thee for bein' thee
I wonder, I catch thee or be free?

Round and round and round in circles
Ready get set go
Really nothin' different from the new and from the old

Round and round and round in circles
Ready get set go
Really nothin' different from the new and from the old

I'm lost at sea with no paddle
And slave with no shackle
A snake with no rattle
A scholar no tassle
Razzle no Dazzle
A king with no castle
I'm tough but I'm fragile
Sometimes you reap what you sow sometimes you watch it unravel

When I shoot from the hip it's a risk (Bang, Bang)
Double back for the ones that I missed (Damn)
Ima be late for my shift
Believe it or not it's all in the wrist
Ignorance ain't gon' always be bliss
Question my vision, I'm pleading the fifth
If you don't shoot then you can't even miss
Weighed all the odds and I'm takin a risk, yea

Gut is filled with newports
Guts, syringes, and good intentions
Magnum rubbers, beer cans
Bourbon bottles, and empty pensions
Whole state taxin' my wages
Swear I ain't prayed in some ages
Samuel stay in your pockets
Sallie gon' get her payments
Devil keep tryn my patients
Long as judges is slammin gavels
And authors is pinnin' novels
Ima live life a strong shot no chase
Smooth chords loud bass
Expensive taste, f*ck yo rat race nigga
I 'aint won a jammie yet I just deserve to
And I ain't got a smoke I just prefer to
Careful with them friends that might dessert you
Same ones you love will be the same ones that hurt you

Careful with them friends that might dessert you
Same ones you love will be the same ones that hurt you

Careful with them friends that might dessert you
Same ones you love will be the same ones that hurt you

Round and round and round in circles
Ready get set go
Really nothin' different from the new and from the old

Round and round and round in circles
Ready get set go
Really nothin' different from the new and from the old

From, lobbies and hotties and
Outies for hobbies and judge thee for bein' thee
I wonder, I catch thee or be free?

From, lobbies and hotties and
Outies for hobbies and judge thee for bein' thee
I wonder, I catch thee or be free?