The reality of the situation is that I’m surrounded by cowards.
My only sense of reprieve is that I would rather live broke or die starving then wake up everyday to build a brand I don’t own.
I’m having a private revolution
Joined by like minds of unfamiliar people
You don’t offend me when you laugh at my ideas
I’m not hurt by your scrutiny or your petty attempts to drown my grandeur
It’ll make it easier to laugh when YOU ask me for a job
It’ll be OK when I lay off your parents
I am so fucking disgusted with the amount of people that wake up at the same time everyday,
5 days a week,
for 30 years in the name of some boss they ultimately don’t know
for a cause they probably wouldn’t believe in
They got a bargain with your dumbass
cause for $25/hour you sold your soul
&YOU STILL DON’T MAKE ENOUGH
you in debt
with your student loans, car payment, credit card bills, mortgage and taxes.
Welcome to AmeriKKKa.
Where the slaves don’t notice their own chains
It’s embarrasing really
So if I die broke, If I live starving, the important thing is that the entire time
I was free
&my private revolution saved my life
FUCK you, AmeriKKKa