Last But Not Least

Still recording though, while I’m testing it Yea Yea yea Mister Mister Mister Mister nine to five, Mister mister night class Mister with a son and daughter Baby momma wife asking Mister, why we so broke? Mister when you always working I don’t see you anymore Mister I ain’t always certain if I’m Still in love, Mister never sheds a tear But they been building up for like six or seven years Mister, play ball so he can take a hit He get cut from the team before he quit, quit Mister small business, Mister took out hell alones Mister screaming at the bank over the telephone Mister just put his house up Mister got a second mortgage Mister knows the moneys got a flow you can never force it Mister never forfeits Mister Marcus hard Mister know the times are hard So he’s working twice as hard Mister eating [?] and ramen noodles for all of his lunches But dinner is roast beef and roll with the punches [Hook] We crash but don’t sleep We get wrapped up in dreams We can’t stop to speak In the rat race, dead last but not least In the rat race, last but not least In the rat race, last but not least In the rat race, last but not least Last but not least, last but not least Misses young mother, Misses Mister party ears Misses pretty pissed cause her baby father’s not here Misses twelve units and a P T J OB tricycling at three each day Misses bank card, credit card Misses E B T In six months she’ll be LB and operating EKG Misses when she’s living like the people on the TV screen Misses sing the blues, Misses BB King Misses wanna run away, like her father did Misses do it on her own, Misses fuck a father figure Miss’s lipstick on her teeth, anybody got a mirror Misses deeper than she looks, her appearance contradicts her Misses kissing like a Mannequin Misses miss handled and mismanaged with her baggage Yea, she’s Misses disenchanted Misses feeling like she’s miss-attracted and miss-passionate Misses never misses a beat, her toes tapping like In the rat race, dead last but not least In the rat race, last but not least In the rat race, last but not least In the rat race, last but not least Mister last but not least, mister last but not least Mister Greyhound from Oakland to the city bus in hollyweird Mister hold the city holy like he’s got his body pierced Mister out of here Mister skype his wife and kids Mister misses them but he’s life is grinding and something’s gotta give Mister kinda sighing while he’s writing this Mister dealing with all of these niggas and they try for shit Mister finish last every time he play the nice guy Mister cursing God, quit staring at the night sky Mister never play the victim, because there’s only one to blame Mister Jimmy, Mister NoCanDo, Mister James Mister grab his boot straps Mister pull himself up by em Mister ignore the haters and the drama and the liars Mister wiser than his years, used to be a teen dad Mister friends are in prison, gotta see em through the glass But since he left the county he can’t really say he has Mister wants to pay em back, it sounds wack, it’s a fact Mister been around the world, put himself to the test Mister learn a whole lot but now he knows a whole lot less Mister knows he said at people just to get it off his chest Mister stress, tried to hide attention, mister I digress [Hook x2]