Work, Work, Work Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Just let me unlock the secrets of the soul
Give me the power of self control
In a calming meditation I transgress
Hopefully my life will be considered progress
In such a backwards world
Where what ones does means nothing compared to what one has.
Call me a quack
See how slow I am to react
As if I accepted my role
In this act
Imagine that
I'll take what I got and do the best I can
Breaking down to take a stand
Eh, what's the next plan
I'll worry about that when I get to it
Think on your feet
Here just take a seat
Kick back and relax
Your good for now
You don't have over consume
Please don't eat that cow
My god wow
I guess that makes someones parents proud but not oh not mine, mine
The shift of the tides
Work, Work, Work
Break it all down and look what you have found