Sick of all the hustle Life shouldn’t be this hard It isn’t admirable how close to the line you are Or how much you struggled Your way up here from the streets Because everything you needed Should’ve already been on every street Right from the start We shouldn’t celebrate this badly broken system By making role models of The ones who wouldn’t let it kill them Ignoring all the others Too tired to take up arms The ones without a choice but Succumbing to its harm Forty years of nine to five You never missed a single payment But you missed a whole lot of birthdays And you never spent a single day fulfilled We glorify this bullshit How hard we work to make ends meet How long we fought to make it All the things we did so we could eat And it serves only the system The one that fails us every day A fairy tale pretending Things can’t be another way Than the way they say All we ever needed Already it exists But has been stolen from us For somebody’s profits To keep us all exploited As if it is the natural way But we could change the whole world By changing everything today But I'm too tired to change the world Cuz I’m sick of all the hustle Every day a fucking hustle Life shouldn't be a hustle And I'm sick of all the hustle I'm too tired to change the world today Shouldn't be our job anyway I'm sick of all the hustle

Too many observations Too many notebooks filled Too many creative outlets Too many darlings killed Too many lyrics sang to no one Too many words unread Too many ideas unwanted Too much repeating what I said Too much repeating what I said Too free to be worth buying Too hard a friend to keep Too blunt in conversation Too much the grandson of a priest Too canary in the coal mine Too much the spectre at the feast Too straightedge for your parties Too many questions probing deep Too many questions probing deep Too broken to get better (bitter?) Too hopeful for despair Too jaded by the bullshit Too stubborn not to care I'm much too stubborn not to care Too lacking references and mentors Too few accomplishments of note Too many other candidates competing Too many of us stuck in the same boat Too out of practice for the journals Too everyday, too imprecise Too radical to take a chance on Too much lost to a different life Too much lost to a different life Too honest for the classroom Too much daily mental toll Too few visions of what comes after Too much losing of my soul There’s too much losing of my soul Too much damage to stay much longer Too many things this system lacks Too many structural complications Too many years I won’t get back Too many reasons for inaction Too much I’ve sweat too much I’ve bled Too used to comfort and to routine Too easy staying ‘til I’m dead To whom it may concern Too often now I feel such dread Too many sleepless nights Too much repeating what I said Too much repeating what I said

Sometimes poetry just obscures What should be simply said When fuck the police says it all Why use more words than are needed? When you mean to say fuck the government Why say anything else Than fuck the government? When you just want to tell racists to go and fuck themselves, Phobics, incels, sexists and fascists Why bother couch it in rhyme? Metaphor can muddy the waters So let’s now be crystal clear Some lyrics are for high theory But you’ll find none of that here Just Fuck the police Fuck the government too To the racists, and sexists, and fascists Fuck you Fuck our silent politeness Fuck my privileged whiteness Time to say what we mean In a world that’s obscene Fuck you sad homophobics Can’t you recognise love? Fuck you bi and transphobics Ain’t life hard enough? Fuck your gods and your masters unmasked anti-vaxxers Fuck all the blind eyes To our climate disaster Fuck the billionaire bastards Leave them all up in space Fuck the phone in our hands For the time that it wastes Fuck all systems of oppression history’s unlearnt lessons We’re condemned to repeat/ Condemned to repeat