Irony

The unconscious reality is irony
To live as a character molded by society
To greet the same people every morning
Yet you ask yourself why life is so goddamn boring

The same routine every sunrise
Drilled to your bones yet we agonize
Complaining for not living so freely
But to lazy to make plans ideally

She wakes up to put make up on
While he rises to reorganize his Jordan's
I just described the morning of half of Brooklyn
How lives are being lived by these men and women

There's no need to sympathize with the economical struggle
Cause a poor man will sleep smiling between the rubble
Money isn't all evil but it sure as hell will make you stingy
To save every nickel, dime and penny as if they're fives, tens and twenties

There's nothing wrong with building a successful life
Hell, isn't that what we all want
But how many people did you displease
On this selfish fucken hunt

Let not what takes you to the top the same as your full on destruction
Cause there's a blueprint to every construction
A fucken story to every glory
With hidden details from allegory

Grow not like a tree who's roots define it's size
But like a featherless animal that decides to fly
Your only setback is your surroundings
So relocate your life and redefine things.