The Nothing race

THE RACE OF THE NOTHING

​(Acevedo | Explicit)

​Wake up...

Another day.

Same fuckin' grind.

​Every morning I wake up, eyes open to the stress

Full of work and more, I don’t know what—it’s a fuckin' chit show!

Full-time job? Yeah, that’s something that I got,

Clocking in the hours while the coffee’s piping hot.

​Take the kids to school, plan the day, and more—say what?!

My head is spinning circles, trying to tie the knot.

But you know what I don’t got? Let me tell you what’s funny...

I do all of that, but I still... can’t get no money.

​Yeah, I’m running that race, drop 'em fast as I can, Avoid the "mom waves," I’m just sticking to the plan. No space for the talk, no time for the play, Just stuck in my lane, trying to force my fuckin' way. Early bird, early stop? The worm is out of sight... Winning every morning just to lose the money fight.

​Get early to the school, grab the best space to park

Still chasing the light while I’m coming from the dark.

My boys are right there, waiting to open the gate

Checking the window, making sure I ain't late.

​They see their mom is waiting, eyes locked on the door

That’s the only fuckin' reason I keep coming back for more.

They don’t see the chit, they don’t see the struggle

Just the love of their mother in this daily hustle.

​Yeah, I’m running that race, drop 'em fast as I can, Avoid the "mom waves," I’m just sticking to the plan. No space for the talk, no time for the play, Just stuck in my lane, trying to force my fuckin' way. Moms on a stage, and they’re playing the part,

Pretending they’re rich, but where is the fuckin' heart?

Waving like kings from the driver’s seat,

While I’m just trying to survive the heat.

​Yes, "Madam," take your chit and just go...

I’ve got real-world problems you don't even fuckin' know.

​Bills getting higher, walking on a wire,

Kids got needs, and my fuckin' soul’s in the fire.

Only my man can put the food on the plate,

While I’m fighting the clock and I’m fighting with fate.

​I feel the rush, I feel like a fail,

In this chit world where without money... you’re just pale.

Nothing. Dam, they treat you like nothing.

​Yeah, I’m running that race, drop 'em fast as I can, Avoid the "mom waves," I’m just sticking to the plan. It ain’t easy, it ain’t cheap, checking every label,

Putting life in the veins, not just food on the table.

Sun goes down, and the door opens wide,

My man walks in with his soul pushed aside.

​Defeated and drained, no strength for a "hey,"

Washing the fuckin' chit of the world away.

But me? I’m a fire, I’ve got so much to say,

Spilling the stress like a dam broken dam...

Reminding him... of just who I fuckin' am!

​It’s not cheap to be healthy...

It’s not easy to stay.

Just me and my man...

At the end of the day.

​Money...

I do all that...

But I can't get no fuckin' money.