Sometimes I wonder,
Is this just a blunder?

Sometimes I worry,
My vision is blurry.

Sometimes I think,
When will I sink?

As I light this joint,
What's the point?

Majority of your life,
Is spent on the job.
It's a constant strife,
And then you sob.

You work and work,
To make someone else rich.
And retirement will lurk,
And then it...