Tradin' Down
Tradin' Down: Unveiling Life's IllusionsLyrics
We paint this town in shades of gray
We portray this town with ambiguity and uncertainty.
And the walls look high
The obstacles seem insurmountable.
'Til you step away
Until you distance yourself from the situation.
Ain't it funny how you can look around
Reflecting on how one can be oblivious to reality.
And never see the truth
Not perceiving the truth until faced with a harsh reality.
'Til it knocks you down
Realization hits only when life becomes challenging.
Never see the light
Remaining unaware until experiencing difficulty.
'Til you're tradin down
Discovering the light only when making compromises.
Work hard labor for your daily bread
Engaging in hard work for sustenance.
While the golden dream spins around your head
Dreaming of prosperity while time passes.
Time gets money, money buys you time
Time is equated with money, which affords opportunities.
For the foolish things that you left behind
Regret for abandoning important things for trivial pursuits.
Workin workin overtime
Putting in extra effort and time.
And tradin down
Sacrificing for uncertain gains.
It's gunna be alright (he said)
Reassurance that everything will be okay.
It's gunna be alright
Repeated assurance of a positive outcome.
There's nothing that's here for us
Acknowledging there's little of value in the current situation.
That we won't mind missin
Acceptance of not regretting missed opportunities.
There's no future for thw workin man
No promising future for the working class.
See him growin old in the promised land
Observing the aging of the working individual in a promised but unfulfilled land.
Nothin to show for the wasted years
Lamenting the lack of tangible achievements over the years.
But a heart full of hollow
Having only emotional emptiness and tears as a result.
And a taste of tears
Expressing the bitterness of unfulfilled aspirations.
Pushin Monday to the wall and
Facing the challenges of a new week with resilience.
Tradin' Down...
Making compromises and settling for less.
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