Life Is a Traffic Jam

Land of the Free and home of the enslaved 'Til the concept of time Six hours, twenty-two minutes, and three seconds I've been standing in this county line By the looks of the gridlock outside It's gotta be about 3:39 Everybody rushin' from place to place The looks on their face ain't no different from mine Both of us look like we just worked a 9 to 5 See, but when I clock out I'm not looking for stress, but for the kind share Since I started this county line shift Huh, did I say shift? I meant sentence I've heard nothing but sirens outside the door How much you wanna bet it's an ambulance rushin' a shot man O.D. man, police abused black man to the hospital? Now what they rushin' for is my intrest? Rushin' through traffic jam to get to emergency room traffic jam That's supposed to be a free clinic Only to hear that you have or if don't have insurance It ain't nothin' but survival of the fittest So what they rushin' for? And damn this man at the window is slow The concept of time has us all fucked and on top of that Life ain't nothin' but a traffic jam Life is too short, I feel trapped Hopping I don't get caught, watch my back Lost in the traffic, heartless and tragic Don't wanna get my ass kicked So I walk in this mindless state, and this dope make me feel this way I tell ya Life is a traffic jam, I'm stuck When will you realize you're fucked? Don't try to change my ways, I'm hopeless Victim to the games we play, stay focused Watch for the crazy ride, don't lie High 'til the day we die It's my life Tell me if you feel me I tell ya Life is a traffic jam sincerely Stretch your mind, spoon feed your soul Three voices you can't control Remember Life is a traffic jam Life is a traffic jam Life is a traffic jam Life is a traffic jam