[Verse 1]
Man, my life's like an opera, chocked full of drama
I try to set it straight, try to calibrate my karma
Pacing figure eights in my basement
Mediocre motivation stemming from a lack of stimulation
Bad vibrations got my foundation shaking
Like a hypochondriac with an overactive imagination
I'm overtaken by the dark side of the force
Waiting for this spell of depression to run its course
Explaining to my son how come he only sees me part of the week
Has never been easy cause see he's starting to speak
Often repeats what he hears, it's awfully sweet
But he just doesn't get it, that daddy's gotta hit the road
Shows never ending, it's such a struggle just to juggle jobs and pretend
That you're never gonna buckle, never gonna bend
You've never seen a man hustle with a pad and a pen

[Pre-Chorus]
You gotta hope (For what?)
For a better tomorrow
Cope with the things that you deal with today
You gotta hope (For what?)
For a better tomorrow
Cope with the things that you deal with today

[Chorus]
When the right hand don't know what the left one does
It's these times these rhymes are so confused
And when the left hand don't know what the right one holds
Times are tragedy, rhymes with soul gravity
[Verse 2]
I spent my last four dollars on a pack of cigarettes
And people wonder why I'm actin' so depressed
It's cool to take the pressure, I'm practically the best
At makin' pennies stretch until I cash another check
Sometimes you're so alone it's only seems to make sense
You're lonely when the world's got your back to the fence
You're nervous and tense, a symptom that you had ever since
You spent up the rent for the heat coming out of your vent
I just hawk my strap at the pawn shop for groceries
Hopefully a stroke of good luck is getting close to me
A day in the life of an unsigned dope MC
I'm feeling comatose, is this the way it's supposed to be?
Offending my friends for lending me 20s and 10s
When they dwindle their pennies on plenty of Guinness
How many minutes would it take for me to get to the bottom of a bottle?
I've got problems, I'm not trying to solve 'em
Watch the wealthy flourish while my offspring's coughing
Got no health insurance yo there ain't nobody offering
I'm scoffing every time I see a Range Rover
This jingling change explains all these hangovers

[Chorus]
When the right hand don't to know what the left one does
It's these times these rhymes are so confused
And when the left hand don't know what the right one holds
Times are tragedy, rhymes with soul gravity
[Verse 3]
Making music in irrational fashion's my only passion
Tired of distraction, it's time for satisfaction
To be the main attraction, attraction is just a fraction
Of all I ever wanted to be is prime for some action
This sticky situation is relating my mind, body, and spirit to anonymous corporations
Embracin' an occupation that paves the way in
How I look, got my image out of a book
Tick tock, you don't stop punching the clock
I'm chock-full of ideas on a stumbling block
I'm locked down in this job, yo I think it's a crock of shit
Maybe we should buy a one hit wonder kit?
Maybe I oughta be buying lottery tickets
Picking numbers and scratching cards with my guitar pick
I'm sick of this shit, everything's been done instead
You should stop and think about all the shit you've been fed

[Pre-Chorus]
You gotta hope (For what?)
For a better tomorrow
Cope with the things that you deal with today
You gotta hope (For what?)
For a better tomorrow
Cope with the things that you deal with today

[Chorus]
When the right hand don't to know what the left one does?
It's these times these rhymes are so confused
And when the left hand don't know what the right one holds?
Times are tragedy, rhymes with soul gravity