Juggernaut

No time for games, no time for clothes
Every waking hour is a moment to compose
You better spend your time doing something real
Or you’ll end up a NEET, homeless, can’t you feel
The urge to do
To become something more?
Or are you complacent being the teacher’s new w***e?
Wha’cha waitin’ for?

Now, there’s a store by corner, can you see it up there?
Filled with dusty, musty, rusty ol’ piles’a trash
But don’t be fussy, let me rehash, this is cash
Just in a different form
Stop looking with scorn
At your next creation
It’ll turn to liquidation
It don’t take inspiration
To fashion a plot, real nice and simple,
And you’re gonna build it clear from splinters and pimples
And you nail it all together, duct tape too,
Sell it for five bucks and go buy yourself some food

But don’t relax,
That was five, add in tax
Don’t slow down like all the useless hacks
Who’re back in their seats, learnin’ the faux-facts
Metaphor-gore they regurgitate on the floor
With their lead sword, brains all gorged

It’s time you can’t afford, strum that guitar chord
Till you’re fine to record,
Then publicize that s**t
Don’t be an exact fit
Pull out that tool-kit
And work with sheer grit
Till your bones are split,
Frost-bit
Decrepit
No time to sit
Keep bangin’ it
Till you collapse all sick

In the bell rings and yo friend goes to her seat,
You made a masterpiece, and aint it sweet
The school watches in defeat
As you reap rewards,
All those hours spent,
Listen to dissent,
’n drop out a millionaire
Feel the jealous stare
As you climb that next stair
To the air
“It aint fair”
Wrong, like they care
Through sleeplessness did’ya bear
You pulled through clear.

Simple ’n beautiful
Let ‘em gawk in envy,
You didn’t follow the rule,
And now you’re free.