And so we do this thing that we do, right?
We get up in the morning, and we just keep going, you know?
We put our feet on the pavement.
We put our feet down, and we do what we can do for the day.
And in the hood, you know, we say we ten toes down.
So "I Stay Ten Toes Down."
"I leave home in the 3:30 dark, while the desert
is still cold and breathe the clean dirt
smell risen by the rain.
I try to find a formula for the grind.
Slide on my Poor Man's and skate six miles to work.
Stash the extra work in the duffel
and keep both eyes on the bag.
If I make $5 at lunch, that's $50.
I need $12 a day for the rent on the 1st.
Can only afford four hours of sleep.
I have gotten better at math than hoping
the numbers will add up in my favor or even be equal.
I no longer care how much my body must
be taxed before I can be free.
The bill is past due."