Greenhouse - The Spin Cycle lyrics

A dollar’s hard to earn
The drama’s hard to kill
Even if you got God
You gotta guard your grill
Times is hard with or without a job, it’s ill
People standing outside like it’s
A fire drill just a consequence of living
In the modern world
Cash rules so people bow to the dollar bill
Might stab you in the back
Holler at your girl
They rap about make-believe
Package it and call it real
Major labels crying foul
Singing nothing sell
Out of touch with the youth
All they do is yell
They say all we do is download
Pirate and steal
But twenty bucks for two good songs
They can go to hell we know it all too well
The fleecing of our pockets
Study what works, copy it, make a profit
Tax us to high hell, pennies to the artist
Whoever American Idol labels as the hottest
It’s all related
Pieces start falling in place
The only trait they demonstrate
Is eagerness to imitate
Like Ford or GM, a similar fate
They like to blame it on the
Workers when the product doesn’t innovate
Every year a little less is
On your dinner plate stress make you refi
Your house is a piggy bank
Probably pocket change to some rich tycoon
It’s just a spin cycle, we’ll be dry soon, on

He talks to himself when he’s alone
This seems to be the easiest way
To find someone who understands
Learns to realize how he’s grown
Diligently working for the day when he
Can finally unfold his plans
Getting high for the cycle of it
Walking in place never seemed to be
The purpose he was born for
Buried the pain to rise above it
Tired of fighting the burning sensation of
Screaming that he wants more
Completely illusive, emotionally drained
Couldn’t complain ‘cause he survived a
Childhood riddled with fear
The day he unraveled the true meaning of
His name was the same day
He discovered where he was supposed to
Be and it wasn’t here living day to day is
The challenge he embraces
Tangled in a mangled mess
Of mockery and manhood
Retreat is a constant temptation ‘cause
He was never taught
The process of standing the way a man should
But that’s not an excuse that
Leaps from his tongue
‘cause choice and change are the only
Things that defined his destination
Thankful for where he is and comes from
Knows where he’s going but understand it’s
Hard to be virtuous involving patience
He smiles for the cycle of it
His reflection is something he would usually
Turn away from before today
But now when the sun shines, he loves it
No longer praying for angels’ tears
To spin-cycle insane away he’s moved on