Just a Roughneck Dreamin

For a guy like me there seems to be no slack.

Is it so wrong to dream of my mom seeing my name on a plaque.

An easy life with no bills and Benjamins in a stack.

I'd burn my tires and blast off without lookin back.

Just dreamin of the light I see through the crack.

But its like my future died, everything is constantly all black.

Reality always returns and the matrix never glitches.

Life is full of bastards and bitches.

Easy only for the pieces of shits and those fuckin snitches.

That wont stop a small town kid dreaming of that "rags to riches".

My dreams are constant and won't stop like a rash that itches.

Goddamn it, I swear to you, this is how every hitch is.