The Lab Rats — Soul Gravity

[Verse 1] Man, my life's like an opera, chocked full of drama I try to set it straight, try to calibrate my karma Pacing figure eights in my basement Mediocre motivation stemming from a lack of stimulation Bad vibrations got my foundation shaking Like a hypochondriac with an overactive imagination I'm overtaken by the dark side of the force Waiting for this spell of depression to run its course Explaining to my son how come he only sees me part of the week Has never been easy cause see he's starting to speak Often repeats what he hears, it's awfully sweet But he just doesn't get it, that daddy's gotta hit the road Shows never ending, it's such a struggle just to juggle jobs and pretend That you're never gonna buckle, never gonna bend You've never seen a man hustle with a pad and a pen [Pre-Chorus] You gotta hope (For what?) For a better tomorrow Cope with the things that you deal with today You gotta hope (For what?) For a better tomorrow Cope with the things that you deal with today [Chorus] When the right hand don't know what the left one does It's these times these rhymes are so confused And when the left hand don't know what the right one holds Times are tragedy, rhymes with soul gravity [Verse 2] I spent my last four dollars on a pack of cigarettes And people wonder why I'm actin' so depressed It's cool to take the pressure, I'm practically the best At makin' pennies stretch until I cash another check Sometimes you're so alone it's only seems to make sense You're lonely when the world's got your back to the fence You're nervous and tense, a symptom that you had ever since You spent up the rent for the heat coming out of your vent I just hawk my strap at the pawn shop for groceries Hopefully a stroke of good luck is getting close to me A day in the life of an unsigned dope MC I'm feeling comatose, is this the way it's supposed to be? Offending my friends for lending me 20s and 10s When they dwindle their pennies on plenty of Guinness How many minutes would it take for me to get to the bottom of a bottle? I've got problems, I'm not trying to solve 'em Watch the wealthy flourish while my offspring's coughing Got no health insurance yo there ain't nobody offering I'm scoffing every time I see a Range Rover This jingling change explains all these hangovers [Chorus] When the right hand don't to know what the left one does It's these times these rhymes are so confused And when the left hand don't know what the right one holds Times are tragedy, rhymes with soul gravity [Verse 3] Making music in irrational fashion's my only passion Tired of distraction, it's time for satisfaction To be the main attraction, attraction is just a fraction Of all I ever wanted to be is prime for some action This sticky situation is relating my mind, body, and spirit to anonymous corporations Embracin' an occupation that paves the way in How I look, got my image out of a book Tick tock, you don't stop punching the clock I'm chock-full of ideas on a stumbling block I'm locked down in this job, yo I think it's a crock of shit Maybe we should buy a one hit wonder kit? Maybe I oughta be buying lottery tickets Picking numbers and scratching cards with my guitar pick I'm sick of this shit, everything's been done instead You should stop and think about all the shit you've been fed [Pre-Chorus] You gotta hope (For what?) For a better tomorrow Cope with the things that you deal with today You gotta hope (For what?) For a better tomorrow Cope with the things that you deal with today [Chorus] When the right hand don't to know what the left one does? It's these times these rhymes are so confused And when the left hand don't know what the right one holds? Times are tragedy, rhymes with soul gravity