Paths

I woke up feeling happier, no longer sappy or sad because
I'm stuck doing stuff I don't wanna, and that's because
We all follow paths that we believe is gonna
Lead to success, but we don't know nothing

Struggling, motherf- accustomed to suffering
Working most the day, still hustling to get enough in
Function as a cog in the machine, forced to follow the regime
Given ends, no time to ponder on the means

Go to college for degrees, marry model on the beach
Or just the best that I can get as long she's flowering my seed
Jeez, a sinking debt a big, lovely house
A picket fence kids'll run around

That's dream, ain't it? check the scene, frame it
Well, this shit is not for me, scotty, get the beam, aim it
And up I go, see this what I know
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and this the one I chose