P Life - ask the smart CEO. The Body Tax, gonna be like 60 year old at 30 -

4. The Muck City Ballad (The Song for the Kid) [Verse 1] Twenty-four and feeling grand, King of the world, a master plan. Muscles strong like steel beams, Living out my wildest dreams. In The Villages, the life is sweet, Safe and clean on every street. Girlfriend’s close, a short-range ride, Family right there by my side. [Chorus] Oh, the body tax gonna get ya, Oh, the body tax gonna break ya. Work it hard every day, Gonna make you wanna pray. Trade your youth for a stack of green, But you’re just a part of a big machine. [Verse 2] Muck City calling, six-figure pay, But the safety’s gone and the world is gray. Safer than just four percent, One in thirteen crime events. No rentals there, just dirt and heat, Two hours driving on the concrete. Seventy hours in the mud and grime, Losing your body and your best young time. [Chorus] Oh, the body tax gonna get ya, Oh, the body tax gonna break ya. Work it hard every day, Gonna make you wanna pray. [Verse 3] You see that hundred, you think you’re set, But Uncle Sam takes a heavy net. Six-thousand-six is the monthly keep, But pay two-thousand just to sleep. Girlfriend’s now three hours away, Presence is a price you cannot pay. Seventy hours means a ghost in her life, Long-distance grinds lead to relationship strife. Two years free school online, they said, A new path spinning in my head. Trade the hammer for a screen, A different kind of working machine. Forty-thousand in a bonus bag, A clean-shirt job without the heavy drag. [Chorus] Oh, the body tax gonna get ya, Oh, the body tax gonna break ya. Work it hard every day, Gonna make you wanna pray. [Outro] Ask Grandpa the CEO, he’s got the key, Success is more than just a big salary. Be the smartest guy, not the one that breaks, Think of your heart and the time that it takes.