LIVING WAGE by DYLAN GRAY
i swear i’m overclocked and under paid
cant be splashing gwop up off this living wage
country crumble under feet like its from dirt we made
assertive gaze thousand mile stairs up to this mortgage rate
tryna feed the fam and stay awake
losing sleep expensive daze
stuck in a city where the stakes are grave
9-5 got me feeling like a mental slave
profits rise pay aint change
lenny know these days are strange
feel to put my cap on L til ceo’s are stained
murky waters missed the aim hunger never known restrain
still lost up in the same save, paved lanes raves done, post wave never coming down the same
world still spinnin act right as rain
only hand outs pointing fingers giving you the blame
everyone a victim even shooters shame
poisoning ya power for the profit been the root of fame
tax the richest or we taking back what they had gained
burning though there assets like some embers in the pallisades
so share a little champagne or feel this fuckin butane
that goes any bezos or bruce wayne
my disdain aint a masquerade been born with rage
tried to cleanse my spirit with the sage still the fire blaze
aint a faze feelings that I harboured 20 years braised
its either make art or sip away my sense with K’s
gray stay inspiring the strays
this the outsider anthem for those who wanted more from days
shine bright how alexandria stays
this aint a game dont it be played
