Five Minute Breather
[Miscellaneous]
Man I got to…
Shit I need to…
Man I got to, shit I need to…
Find me a Five Minute Breather
Let me inhale, let me exhale
Start off this day with a fresh smell…
The city is…
Synonym of pressure, it’s blocking my breath
Every office is occupied ; no oxygen left
Every odd second’s a rush, but never stop before death
Better never trust a soul, and keep watching your steps
You a robot, a fools, and they mold ya since school
You gotta grow up, be useful, gotta know what to do
Gotta show off be cool, gotta go off, be cruel
Gotta resemble the right clone, if it takes throwing up food
Paper’s our pimp, we get paid for our painful work
Pay your bill, passive slut, pile up your paperwork!
Peek over the fence, better pick up on the latest norm
But the grass always grows greener on your neighbors’ lawn
Go get a new gadget ’cause life’s improving
In a few months it’ll die and you’ll buy a new one
Virtual wall’s moving, son, keep up to date
But never put your feet up, time don’t freeze up and wait
Can’t ease up, gotta work hard, gotta feast off your pay
But you ain’t got time to eat all the meat on your plate
Information ping-pongs, TV on all day
And the radios dictate what to be, what to say
Got to get away…
Man I got to…
Motly modern day man, always gotta make grands
God, he can’t stand when he gotta wait, he hates moderation
He can’t tolerate patience, Babylon is king
Emptiness hides behind every merry song you sing
Forever heading on blind-folded, you never want to think
Never want to pause on this very long marathon you sprint
Ain’t no fair accomplishment, every kids gotta fight
Mother gotta teach you to crush others so you can get what you like
Governments feed minds with sick thoughts and lies
You’ve gotta get up that ladder or you’ll get squashed like flies
You all spend your lives thinkin’ about shit y’all can buy;
I wish my species would just piss off and die !
Society’s nevrotic and won’t let me be
I’ve tried swimming up that current, screaming «set me free!»
But nobody wanna listen, they lecture me
So I’ll take a random direction and run hecticly…
God I’m sick, Gotta get away, mother nature’s my shrink
Gotta punch the air, scream my rage, say what I think
I’m no better than you fools, but I follow no leader
I’m a fly in need of a 5 minute breather…
Man I got to, shit I need to…
Find me a Five Minute Breather
Let me inhale, let me exhale
Start off this day with a fresh smell…
(Oh, I’ma just follow this road
I’ma float where the wind blow
Not bothered on where I’ma go
Go with that flow) x4