Sighs of stress filter through the body of this blue collar John Doe
Releaving his heavy chest while slowy polluting his crippled soul
Looking forward to consuming His workday antisipating quitting time
Working overtime on the line could make any person loose their mind
When habitual productivity is force fed to the american working-class
And society bottle feeds religious ideals anywhere but during sunday mass
You find John Doe late for work throwing fists into his black dash-board
Knowing his manual labor won't earn half the bills in a 7-11 cash-drawer
Do you blame him? Filled with uncertianty on how to obtain currency
Johnny Blaze veers towards the american dream to re-wire his curcitry
Every day strife exists.. we're all boiling up in this so called melting pot
Doe was caught before he entered in the convienent stores parking lot
They claim he was a mal-function, insisting on permenent isolation
But what was called reabilitation turned into criminal contemplation
It's no coincendence Whitney Houston's still waiting to exhale
Fame will drown you before you ever drink from the holy grail
Breath people, Open your eyes, cuz fourtne doesnt read in brial
Wealth is the language of resperation, money will never prevail
Can you embrace the ramifactions of his brused knuckles
Beneath the thumb im-printed red button pressed rubble
Engaged in a tug of war struggle with Orions belt buckle
Your delt trouble, but insist on finding a perpetual struggle
Word to the not so wise masses finding intelectual trouble
Reality follows behind your path like a 3'oclock shadow
Nipping at your heals throughout your lifes 7 travles
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