Locash

When my dad was 25
He had a house and 2.5
And our city was still growing
And they had no way of knowing that this
Place would turn to shit
And they'd have to hand it to their kids
Enter this 25 year old me
Whose eyes still have yet to see

What's to gain
From minimum wage productivity
Except for learning to barely survive
Getting used to scraping by
So what's it like to not be broke?
Where'd the money go?
Don't ask me cause I don't know.

So where'd the money go?
Well don't ask me cause I don't know
But the old regime is living well
And I'm running out of things to "sellout"
To "get ahead" you have to fuck somebody hard
Or you compromise your spirit
Or you commercialize you art
And if you only live for cash
Well then you can kiss my ass
Because you are the problem here
Am I making myself clear?