I slave every day in the burnout group assembly with all them patients around me,
To invest in shitcoins and bitcoins that’ll set me free—yeah, I give myself the burnout and I love it.
Every day for a bigger goal.
I know the day will come.
The people I thought were brothers turned out to be dudes with fake mouths,
Come on, let ’em talk—that’s like a trading indicator confirming your thesis and that it’s the right path no matter how hard it gets.
That’s exactly how I know it’ll pay off.
We ain’t built to bow our whole lives, life’s way too short to get screwed by the state and the system.
Financial education is the road to freedom and living the way everyone should, but most don’t get that the system’s got them and their whole crew locked tight… Yeah, I’m getting out—there’s no other way!!!
All the mouths whispering you can’t make it, all the eyes I’ve gotten and the dirty thoughts that you’re dumb and blah blah blah.
I don’t give a fuck—now don’t stand in my way and clear the track.
And still I’m grateful for all the years of stones you throw, throw, throw.
I just wanna live to live. School, apprenticeship, college—all the same. Your boss bows… why? To put bread on the table. If he knew better he’d do it different, but you see it’s the same game, perfectly baked into the system.
The myth of better education is that you’re just as much a slave as the little guy in the dirt—only you’re in a suit, feel like a king, and act like trash that forgot its roots.
Better to be in the dirt than to be dirt. And that’s just nine to five.
After that you’re nothing again.
But the bros you call family who turn everything into sarcasm hurt the soul more than any stones and dirt.
Just accept it, be grateful, and look forward to all the money you’ll throw, throw, throw—haha yeah!!
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