| "Slipping Through the Cracks" | |
| Vs. 1: I can't take this job no more with glass ceilings and no doors. I lie awake at night, can't sleep. All I do is sit and weep. I don't know what's killing me this city or this dull monotony. I am trapped against a wall. The more I try, the harder I fall. Chorus: With each step forward, I'm blown ten steps back. I feel I'm slipping through the cracks. I can't get past these working class dreams. Frustration's got the best of me. I'm going over and underneath can't hide my vulnerability. I wear my heart upon my sleeve. Welcome to my reality! Vs. 2: Depression fits me like a glove. I can't feel hope. I can't feel love. Struggling to break through this maze, only to find wild dogs in wait. Keep moving forward. Stay sharp as a tack. When the fastest way to the top is flat on your back, don't hold no regrets. Stay true to your aim in your rise to power, fortune, and fame. Chorus Vs. 3: I always thought that I'd succeed. That I'd have all the things that I need and I want. And I prayed that I'd get it. My family and friends said, "Give up! Just forget it." They don't understand how I feel inside. Music's the reason that I'm still alive, and I'll keep playing my songs until I grow old. I don't do it for the money. I do it for my soul. Chorus/Out | |