Glockamole

Executive thoughts embracing and making changes
A tale of frustration laid in these journal pages
I'm trying to see the sky, feels like I've been waiting ages
Hard to clear the roof when you're still building in the basement

Summer from the spring hit a slump
Game day coming I'm in the opposite of pumped
Watching cartoons on the floor feeling numb
Wondering if I'll ever do, something worth a sum

Struggling to keep on running
That's what happens when you're feeling washed up at 20
Careful or you'll turn 40, trying to scrape some money
Bitter cause you're feeling like you really did nothing

Regret is poison, my dosage not the smallest
You could have gone and... but preemptively demoloshed
Trying to measure every move, no failing or falling
But you cannot perfect what hasn't been dug up to polish

Caught myself wishing that my life was more interesting
But I'm the one responsible for the miles that hit my feet
I could make excuses or I could make history
Hold then pass the torch, that's the statute of liberty

I'mma take my city to the next level
Putting out a promise, nah i can't settle
Can't afford to front or to back pedal
Why stop at one chip, when you could win several

All my green was earned legit, I never touched the glockamole
But being middle class that ain't bragging it's holy-rolling
Not all about what's popular, I'm trying to pave my own way
Dodging bull markets, got me yelling, ole

I ain't out here to claim a place in the pantheon
I'm building up my own mount olumpis to be standing on
But who needs praise, when you've got the family bonds
Just want some inner peace, because I've had a lot of answers wrong