Drudge
I will never obey the rules which they talked about in school
"Pushing your way through makes you a lucky man
Who falls on the ground, stays on the floor. No time to help you"
No way you get me into this
No competition prefer to stay a misfit
My energy is something that i won't lend
I won't die with a pencil sewed on my fucking hand
I won't die with a pencil sewed on my fucking hand
No competition, no greed, no compare
To live like a slave is not what i prefer
And if I drudge i do it for myself
I will never break this back for wealth
Autor(es): Chaver