It’s Always Cloudy in Michigan

Verse I: Yung Jimmy Hoffa

Alive or just breathing, I don’t understand the meaning
All the people so demeaning so I sit at home while dreaming
Of a better life, soul like ice, only roam around at night
I’m enticed, a dirty vice, to be precise, I need advice
It's a cold fuckin world, its some hard times here
Can’t talk to no one, in and out they ears
No one give a fuck, or so it appears
Boutta make like jimmy hoffa and disappear
Tryna make my way in world not for me
Wagе is minimum, so I can’t eat
Maybe go to collegе, get some debt for a degree
More self doubt - hang the mic, ain’t no MC

Verse II: Yung Jimmy Hoffa

I live to work for dirty corporations
I come from homes with beat and broke foundations
I feel the pain of all mental stagnation
I know there’s only death and more taxation
Find me in a tree high up above
Looking around, looking at clouds, look for anyone
Need some answers from a god, but I don’t get none
Tell myself “you won’t find nothing here son”
Maybe go to church, go harder at work
Maybe get a smirk, maybe find my worth
‘mongst the fuckin turf
It’s hard living when you can’t pay your bills
Nothing to my name, no point in writing a will