LYRICS: Plotting my escape, every man should be free/ Free to live, free to run free to be me/ Tired of running in place, time to make shit shake/ Every everyday Im plotting my escape/ I’m sick of bussing tables/ I’m sick of not being able to go buy the shit I want to/ Sick of feeling unstable sick of worrying bout the cable/ Sick of late fees I hate those, fuck you think it’s late fo? If I had it it’d be paid fo/ But no matter how painful it gets I gotta stay focused/ no matter how the day goes, keep my eyes on my pesos/ it’s tough but that’s the way it goes and that’s the way I chose/ so I ain’t complaining no, mama ain’t raise no bitch/ Plotting my escape, every man should be free Free to live, free to run, free to be me/ Tired of running in place, time to make shit shake/ eve