Story Behind The Song

Frustrations experienced/faced by struggling musicians (in entertainment based cities such as L.A., N.Y., etc....)

Song Description

Frustration,Loss Of Hope, Naivety

Lyrics

Helicopters,police sirens,vagabonds and fire-hydrants, stuck in this again
Crowded Hills,strip malls and traffic, voice mail,
competitive panic, are you on-line my friend?
Empty clubs and parking tickets,swindlers tell you "this will fix it", hard to pretend
(Bridge) Kicking rocks that the wind blows back,
not what I had in mind
Wanted pistures in the magazines but I'm wasting too much time
Try to stand but they shove me down and I still ain't got a clue...
(Chorus) You'll have a hard time walking, baby when they get through with you
Cash in on the hip-hop scene, deplete it of integrity, I'll step right up in line
Colleagues seem like enemies pollute you with hypocracy, uneasy 'round their kind
7 years seem a week to me, if I blink I lose another 3, sometimes I wish that I was blind
(Bridge) All the losers in the world today expose
their open wounds
Some wear versace some ain't got no clothes
while the others steal your food
If they smile when they shake your hand, rest
assured you're being screwed
(Chorus)
(Solo)
(Chorus x 4)