FED UPON BY LEECHES

ANOTHER NIGHT WITH A STIFF NECK CAN'T AFFORD THE COPAY HEATING A FROZEN MEAL MADE OF SHIT JUST GOTTA STAY ON THE GRIND SURE, I SOLD A FORTUNE'S WORTH OF GOODS BUT I SHOULD BE GRATEFUL FOR THE SCRAPS I EARNED AFTER ALL, THE BOSS TAKES THE RISK, RIGHT? THE ACHES AND PAINS THE PENNIES AND DIMES SHOULD ALL BE WORTH IT IN THE END IF I PLAY MY CARDS RIGHT ANOTHER DAY IN HIS LUXURY YACHT, SIPPING DRINKS WITH GOLD LEAF INSIDE VACUOUS GLUTTON, BARELY LIFTING A FINGER THE WAY IT WAS MEANT TO BE