Nine to Five

You know I love you mama
But I’m glad I didn’t listen
You wasn’t hatin'
You just couldn’t see what I given
Tunnel vision
When you got somethin' you GOTTA do
Don’t worry if others blind
To what heaven revealed toyou

See I, ain't nothin special
Not claimin' to be prophetic
Just faithful with what I’m given
Forever makin investments

Never burying treasure
Steady plantin' the seed
What’s a trunk full of paper
To a world full of trees

Never chasing the fame
Always chasing the dream
If you don’t believe in dreamin
Then homie you don’t believe

“Thy will be done on earth
As it is in eternity”
We be dreamin the kingdom
Till ghettos got gold streets

“Thy will be done on earth
As it is in eternity”
We be livin’ the kingdom
Till ghettos got gold streets

Let’s do the math
24 hours in a day, 8 of which we spend working, often more
Meaning we fork a third of our lives
Over to whatever we call a job
Don’t get me wrong I ain't hatin’ on
Nobody wit a nine to five
But that’s too much time to spend doing
Something that means nothing to you
If you love your grind then keep on
Grindin’
But I’m speakin’ to those who did
Everything right and still hate life
I’m speaking to those who realized the
American Dream can be a nightmare
I’m speaking to those with joyless success
Who didn’t expect success to mean
Workin’ a job they hate for several decades
One that pays enough to take care of
The kids but takes so much time you don’t know them
Who didn’t know success meant spending
The last twenty years of your life using up all the money you saved in the
First fifty
Who didn’t know success meant safety
And comfort
And convention
Taking no risks and doing what is
Accepted, expected
Having theoretical faith but making no
Moves that might put it into practice
If this, is success, then you can have
It. I’ll be free
I still got some Peter Pan in me
And that’s what God intended
Cause Christ said the kingdom belongs
To those who become like children
But we’re taught to grow up
To stop dreaming, stop believing that things can change
The world has a way of eroding our faith

Our parents were hippies and black panthers
Musicians and painters
Dreamers and revolutionaries
In their younger days
And it’s scary to see how easy it is to
Become an atheist
To call hope naivete
Faith ignorance
Miracles trickery
Deceit reality

Vanity of vanities what does man gain
By all the toil at which he toils under the sun?

Who says what’s real when we’re so
Superficial?
What is a real job in a fake world?

What is a real job in a fake world?
What is a real job in a fake world?

I don’t know…