© 1996-2016 khanada rhodes
i've got nothing to say, but you can pay me anyway
food for my family, i've still got bills to pay
and they won't go away
i've lost control of my mind, it keeps me in time
is this my time on the breadline, how did i get here
at the corner of this freeway, on the edge of this city
there's no time to wonder...
if i don't get paid for nothing, i'll die for lack of something
and what did i hear
(are) you expecting some philosophy
for a quarter's worth of beer
you'll feel better, cuz that's why i'm here...
the morning with no fear for the future