This is a song about "Where are the jobs"

Cause life's a tasktrying to earn some cash without that burning mass and still i ask

Burst out like pop.the only page you'll end up is looking up jobs on the last

Where the kids are raving

That photograph is fading

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Where they are afraid of all the insults

I learnt much from the way i was taught, so i'm grindin' at uni and im slavin' at jobs

To be the man in this wicked land underhanded hits are plannedscams are plotted over grams and rocks

These jobs you work around the clock, they make you go insane,

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

This is for the magic grill where noodle dreams are made

Mediocre jobs are not so stable

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

And guess where you are today

Hit it or four play