I’m going to raise a fuss going to raise a holler about grinding all the time for the man’s mighty dollar amid pyramid schemes long sought dreams can’t afford the drama devil says why should I even bother when I feel like cannon fodder this is not my mantra raised up right I’m looking for a pretty mama amid joyous hours lifted Hercules meets Athena with friends gathered around it feels good to see and be seen yeah

From endless penniless touring to wedding band bass root earning fat blunt burning spent many a night turning in the haze of barroom lights covering classics watching asses clutched tight by blue jean contours red lips grinning such beautiful sight staring back hungry for the feeling of heavy boom bap take you to the ceiling leave your body reeling effortless and certain what I am doing here is working

Here’s to the dash to make a little cash

Live a life of ease do as we please

Here’s to the day we can all sit down

Sing about the good times until the sun comes out

Back in Brooklyn I walked dogs and read books in parks puffing on Jew harps catching sparks of receiving through my reading crossing Hasidic Broadway lines to rough to be defined turned Marcy corners ate lunch break sandwich steaks with Spanish bodega ramblers people working so continuous they never stop time bandits charging through the birthplace of Hip Hop hustle for the peace you need to make the life that you want

Now I work with tattooed cooks and ex-cons feeding frat boy sharks and occasionally rock stars order up served by hipster teens in glasses living tragically ever after drama queens looking for the next sexual craftsman babies blinking in raindrop window reflections unaware of life’s laborious lessons while entitled bystanders stand idle looking in the same direction I’m building on dream daily working towards perfection