Getting Off

From Monday afternoons to Sunday midnights

Rest I'll be assured if somehow I made it in life

Just wanna get up but I gotta keep my wrist tight

But I'm brandishing handguns when the future's in sight.

Out of spite, don't wanna write

I had my dreams long kissed goodnight

I wanna make it out the ghetto, but I can't risk a fight

I wanna live it in the meadow, but I can't sleep alright.

So much time and effort, but its valiantly desolate

This year ain't worth it, so the accomplishment's irrelevant

And the day I make is the time I reiterate

No more patriotism, it's time to just renegade.

And all these bulls knocking but don't know I'm matador (I'm at the door)

The pain's nothing new, guess I've said it all before

Not the one to just say it but guess I told you so.

Give it a few years and I'll narrate it standing at your door.

By: Arman Yusuf