am i there yet?

getting up in the morning wishing it was tomorrow

i get up and shower and did whatever follows

now let me say that i know there's different types of feeling hollow

see i dont know when it began honestly

i just felt a fog come over me

and colors grayed

and i dont want it to stay

i dont know where im going in life

then i sit in my van hoping that

one day i can buy a really funny hat

or go some place where i dont feel really mad

like dont get my wrong im happy with what i got glad

i just dont know why i feel sad

then i leave the car to go to work

with a fake as smile it looks like a smirk

i dont hate it here i dont think anybody is a jerk

just i know that im destined for more

lunch time and i let my imagination sore

after 30 minutes of seeing myself score

i come back and now i want to get paid

i was told not until monday

i go home with hate in my heart

i dont know what i want to break but i know i want to start

squeeze their necks like homer does to bart

but then i started working on my different styles of art

filled up my cart and bought it all

but then im home where my mic is a comb

where my room is a tomb

where i want to get away from

sing this little song

while i get high from the bong

until night comes and sleep is near

ill see you later so long so long