Misinterpretation Interlude, Pt. 1 & 2

D*mn we in the future

Where all the flying cars

Thought I was doing myself justice

Shooting for the stars

But I end up broke and hopeless

Living with these scars

Graduated from college thought that would make me money

Going in for interviews and people acting funny

Applied for over a hundred jobs and ain’t getting nothing

They say when you know your worth then can’t nobody play you

Student loans kicking in

Sallie Mae I hate you

You better hope I get this job

So I can f*cking pay you

It ain’t no guarantee that you gone get this money though fool

Got to have money for apartments

And need money for food

I need cash for my car

Which need gas in it too

And what if I have son that cash for him or for you

Well what if I had a daughter you gone take from her too?

You a cold blooded b*tch

And to my people you dangerous

Is this death that I’m facing

Or is it life without patience