[Intro ] “Next stop: the daily collapse of your will to live.” Yeah… I know, bro. --- [VERSE 1 ] I drag my soul on this steel snake slithering through frost, Nine hours lost just to earn enough to stay broke what a boss. Carriage full of zombies scrolling reels like rosaries, Blank stares soaked in dopamine, algorithmic sorceries. Dude beside me eating tuna in a coat from ’92, Smells like childhood trauma and poor financial views. Old lady yelling “MOVE!” while sitting in a seat that ain’t hers, Saints preserve me, this carriage is purgatory on wheels, sir. Kid blasting trap from a phone speaker crackling death, Lyrics so dumb the air itself tries to hold its breath. And I'm here muttering rhyme-schemes like therapy in code, Painting insults in my mind like graffiti on their bones. “Bro, why your shoes look like they walked out of foreclosure?” “…what?” “Naw, ignore me, I’m tired… emotionally hungover.” --- “Change to the line of broken dreams.” --- [VERSE 2 ] Metro smells like stress-sweat, burnt coffee, and regret, People rushing nowhere fast like goals they never met. Guy in suit preaching crypto: “Bro, buy now or die poor!” I’m like: “Bro, I’m already poor, what exactly can die more?” Girl taking selfies with duck lips like existential art, Three hundred filters deep, still no improvement to heart. Some influencer yelling into her camera like it's holy scripture, Talking ’bout “self-love”… while editing her whole damn picture. Billboards blast Christmas joy in November cold, Like: “Buy love! Buy peace! Buy happiness, SOLD.” Meanwhile my debts multiply like rabbits on steroids, Christmas hits me like a loan shark deployed. My mind loops rhyme-storms trying to stay sane, Borrowed time, borrowed hope, borrowed paycheck, borrowed pain, So layered my insults braid themselves like DNA, Sarcasm stacked like fractures in my end-of-day. --- “Hey man, you look stressed.” “No shee. uh… sheet, Sherlock. I’m commuting home, not vacationing.” “…fair.” "bus approaching with a cough like it’s dying" --- [VERSE 3] I step on the bus like entering a sitcom without laughter, Driver looks at me like I’m asking for the meaning of life after. Kid screaming, dude vaping cloud shaped like despair, Someone smells like they’ve been marinated in nightmare. “I HEARD HE CHEATED!” Lady, the whole bus knows, the dead know, even the wi-fi repeated. Outside windows, wet neon tears dripping down the street, City blinking like a dying robot swallowing defeat. I see a homeless guy fist-fighting a pigeon for bread, Meanwhile, I fight overdraft demons living inside my head. “Bro, you got goals?” “Nah, I just scream internally.” Christmas lights everywhere pretending everything’s fine, But the brighter they glow, the darker my bank account line. --- [VERSE 4] Door unlocks, warm air hugs me like someone still gives a damn, My wife stirring tomato soup, baby laughing in her pram. Real joy, clean, small, human, no filters, no hype. Just tired smiles surviving life’s unpaid bills despite. I kiss her cheek, she asks: “How was your day?” And I say: “A masterpiece of nonsense… same ballet, different decay.” I hold my daughter, tiny giggle slicing all my noise, And suddenly this wrecked commute feels worth it in poise. Life’s ridiculous, unfair, funny, painful, strange, Like a rhyme-scheme shifting gears mid-range. And tomorrow? I’ll commute again, mock again, bleed again But love softens the edges of this city, this work, this pen. --- [OUTRO] The world’s insane, the city’s cruel, winter bills attack But I walk through my doorway, and the weight leaks off my back. I still roast everything breathing, that’s just how I cope, But in all this mess, this chaos, this joke… I somehow hold hope. Lights off. Soup warm. Heart full. Debt huge. Family small. But real. And that’s everything. ---
