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The Ballad of Working Man Bob When Bob was young he went and got a job. The job was pretty sour for a dollar an hour. So he killed his boss and pissed on his grave. Burnt down his store too. Oh working man Bob got a brand new Job He hammered in nails for rail road trails Till he killed his boss and pissed on his grave Blew up a train too Fun times mother fucker That working man Bob he needed a job. So he scoured the town and he got turned down So he killed the boss and pissed on his grave Noticing a theme yet? Oh working man Bob he finally found a job. But the guy he worked with really was a snob So he complained to his boss. And the sno

Sit down for a second, Because I want to tell you something. I want to tell you and everybody else that walked over me. That today, I have become something! Just walk with me for a second, I want to show you something. You remember this; is it all falling into place? Cause this is where you shut me down. Now I didn't know what I was supposed to do; Excuse me for being a loser, right? I had to work up a lot of courage to ask you out. But you didn't even look at anything beneath the surface. So of course, you just flipped me off and walked away. Thank you. Because of you I went to the gym every single day. Because of you I started lifting

Guidance. My father once told me that life is supposed to be a struggle And that everyone has their own specific type of hustle. Whether it be working in an office or stacking products on a shelf. Naturally we all share the same aim of accumulating wealth. He also told me that nothing is promised in this life time. When you least expect it the man upstairs will throw you a life line. Something or someone that will give you a reason to continue. Awaken the hidden belief and talent that law dormant within you. He then told me that happiness and success are short lived. In time your name will both appear and disappear from life's short

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I decayed a long time ago, I am nothing but bones for the mutt, I sought great things which did not exist, I tried to build great things from dirt, But in the end dirt is nothing but dirt. Worth nothing but dirt, Now my resting place is in dirt, Does that mean I am dirt? Does that mean I was worth nothing? I guess I’ll never know, Since I never attempted to refine myself, I could have been great, But I never made that last effort to refine myself, I could have gold or silver, Hell, I could have been platinum or titanium, But I guess I’ll never know, Since I never made that last effort, In the end I just withered away and blended i

Sensing no rest, living in stress, world feels down, depressed. Life is a test, it can be messed, the heart in chest goes into arrest. Mind gets suppressed, pain in chest has progressed. Senses are deeply possessed, breathing heavily repressed. Simple being becomes a quest. ~Petra