The Race

Gotta get ahead,

Can’t stop for breath,

Or I’ll be beat.

Need to eat to live,

Need to work to eat.

Too long off the path,

And I’ll stray onto the street.

Another day,

No other way,

To collect my pay,

Than to do as you say.

So make way,

Cause I’m winning today.

Year after year,

Collect my sweat and tears,

Just to gain the ear

Of the man with no peers.

Walk through the up-stairs door,

And I can smell my own fear.

Cause the Turkish rug on my hardwood floor

Has never been so near.

Bigger rooms,

Bigger house,

Bigger car,

Bigger world.

Fly here and there.

Attending far and near.

Work on the way

To work another day,

All to increase that pay.

Family unseen.

They say:

Too much work,

Not enough play.

As if they don’t know,

That the more they grow,

The more they want that dough.

It’s all for them,

These people I hardly know.

They leave town.

I grow old.

Calls going way down

When nothing’s left to be told.

Still going hard and fast

To make that extra cash

Cause the race to the top

Doesn’t stop ’til you drop.

Biggest heads get the biggest stones.

If you truly hear my rhyme,

Go ahead, fall way behind.

Cause getting to the front of the line

Is life’s greatest waste of time.