I walk through the valley in the shadow of who gives a fuck
Move smooth making progress behind those that are kicking dust
At times I was close to giving up, now i'm living up
I don't know if what I'm giving up is enough
Takes sacrifice to escape this 6 to 3
It's sick to me, that most die in mental infancy
Most work and don't learn what it is to be
What is to be one with the symmetry
I woke up covered in sweat, motionless stuck in my bed
Death I'm close to it, stuck in my head, I left my fucks with the rest
Left the rest in the dust with the best
Test my jest I'm ducking the stress
So I close my eyes and I seek fractal matter
Delve deep into my soul until I see actual atoms
Horus in my dreams I'm getting scratched by talons
Telling me to pay attention and adapt to patterns

Another day, another dollar
But another day that I don't live in squalor, squalor
Another day, another dollar
But another day that I don't live in squalor

It's an honour cause there's nothing on these dark streets
Except accelerated heart beats and hungry lions with sharp teeth
Predators dominating the screens likes it shark week
Kids smoking til they lungs look like charred meat, drugs aren't cheap
Thugs aren't sweet, you can get stabbed for nothing
Grab bags and running just to add to that consumption
Jump a cab, dash back to the dungeon
Better than having nothing, I've had that assumption
And then you stand at a junction or a fork in the road
Talk to your homes and realise you're not walking alone
I'm straight up raw to the bone, I give it all for my own
Seated in a vortex of stone, a sorcerers throne
Gotta capture that rage, act like a sage
Adapt to the grain and attack like a mage
Ah shit I'm scattered again, detached from my brain
Am I actually sane or did I just adapt to the pain?

Another day another dollar
But another day that I don't live in squalor, squalor
Another day another dollar
But another day that I don't live in squalor

It's an honour cause so many people do it worse
They been left in the cold bleeding in the dirt
We bag out religion but they're only feeding in a church
And we feeling like even a greeting is a curse
We want refugees but we can't take in our own
And it's not like I'm giving out a place in my home
Bored on the weekend and we say we're alone
But we don't know what that means cause we're enslaved by our domes
And thats real, yeah you know the deal
Go to work, do what you're told, get paid, get a meal
Or be bold, play sports, make music, get a deal
Or lie, sell drugs, rob and steal
I've walked most of those roads, now it's quotes I compose
Hoping they notice the flows, want a toast from the pros
Want em listening from coast to coast in droves
Posted up with a fire roasting my toes

Another day another dollar
But another day that I don't live in squalor, squalor
Another day another dollar
But another day that I don't live in squalor
Another day another dollar
But another day that I don't live in squalor, squalor
Another day another dollar
But another day that I don't live in squalor