Box City

Once there was a promise A promise made to me That if I keep working hard Built a future with my hands My dream would come to be Was punctual, met demands Then suddenly tragedy If the system keeps f**kin' me I'm going back to the box city If patience is a virtue Then I am a saint Beaurocracy in motion Sir You're going to have to wait It takes a buck to make a buck And those with none I guess are f**ked So we were never really free This winter is killing me I'm trapped out here in box city