Training day
• Written by drjwilson
Pathetic, slave to merchandise
When I was younger all I ate was milk and minute rice
I bet you one day that I'll be living nice, but now I got a little dough
I've been spending on things that're just for flash and show
These were three bills man, I just thought that you should know
New to balancing priorities
Hiking up my cuffs, comment on my Nikes please
Just copped some new AJs, OG, colorway red and black
We were bred get money just to give it back
Someone's got to catch the slack, could be me someday
But I'm blinded by the branding and the hype so I can sometimes stray
Walking 'round these beasts with all their cash on full display
Anchors on our feet sinkin' us down to the bottom of the bay
Better get my trainers on, it's coming up, my training day
Training day, my training day
Anchors on my feet today
My last stripes I swear
My heart heavy as these shoes I wear
They even put wings on here
My last stripes I swear
My heart heavy as these shoes I wear
They even put wings on here
Wings of an angel guarding me on my two feet
But who's out protecting that kid starving in the street
Forced to waste his life, to live it instead, working all the damn time
Just to get a little fed, for what
A couple cents a day, while we spend a bunch of hay
On superficial shit that may or may not matter today
Like shoes that swoosh and shirts with teams
Can't even go out without some One's that's clean
What ever happened to the American dream?
We value hard work but have ethnicinities stitching up our seams!
So excited to shop, damn this top is so hot
Making me sweat while little Lee's in that sweatshop! Damn.
What're we doing?
He just wants to get away from ruin
And support his family, I think its time that we
Look at the entire situation as a whole
Both me and little Lee are giving up our souls
He wishes one day that he could wear the shoes he made
While I'm here hoping that this color won't ever fade
Do I even realize the shit that I say?
How could I ever think that this shit was okay?
I need to flush my vanity try to regain my sanity
Cause it's going down the drain, I wear these shoes in vain
Are we celebrating pain? That's a check
And that's a wreck, let us take a sec
And mourn the fact that we get torn apart each take
We the new slaves all this shit is fake
But while I'm talking slaves and all about what's coming next
Give it some time, I'll still be writing Nike checks
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drjwilson
Member since July 27 2013