Got out of bed this morning and I stubbed my big toe
I wanted a bowl of cereal but I didn't have anymore
I hopped in my car and drove myself to the corner store with high hopes
Only to have the cashier tell me that I'm broke
Look here you'll see your card was decline
I called my bank, BLAH BLAH BLAH
I told you so I didn't see that red light I was too focused on why I'm so broke
Now I'm sittin all heated here on the side of the road
Trying to explain to this officer why today is like one big spiteful joke

And I just can't win
Cry once for the lovin that I wont receive
Cry twice for no rent 'cause I'm livin' on the streets
Cry three times for these crimes that are sinking in
When all I've got is these rhymes and I still can't win!

I feel hopeless, lost, like I've been payin the cost
Slave labor exhaust I can't see through the fog
I wanna turn it on but I'm permanently off
Looking to the sky crying out 'where is my god?!?!'
Well I hope he appears by the end of the show
'Cause I'm looking out and all I see are empty faces
No hope, no warm embraces, no soap to cleanse the faceless
I wanna give in but I don't want to embrace this

And I just can't win
Cry once for the lovin that I wont receive
Cry twice for no rent 'cause I'm livin' on the streets
Cry three times for these crimes that are sinking in
When all I've got is these rhymes and I still can't win!

I'm taking over everything why can't you understand
That I will never be the bigger man I've got no master plan
Come on and read me like an open book but you just turn the page
I'm over every single word and cleverly constructed phrase
I will not close my eyes imagine winning the race
This is no open heart exam the palpitation's the pace
I will not close my eyes traverse the terrain blind
And lead the expedition that takes you through the depths of my mind
One more glimpse over the list a high you can't resist
I'm like a journalist transcribing it swift slit of my wrist
And to seal the bloody deal I place a sensuous kiss
To cover the hole and rub that lamp for my wish
One, two, three let's take the whole world blind
We're rubbin 'till it feels good all the time
And never forget that every single story has an end
Now what's that cliche moral that I should have learned from my friends

Cry once for the lovin that I wont receive
Cry twice for no rent 'cause I'm livin' on the streets
Cry three times for these crimes that are sinking in
When all I've got is these rhymes and I still can't win!