Big Shouts to P. Matthew on the graphic! (M)eritocracy. :::LYRICS::: :::Verse 1::: Ayo, I work for multi billion dollar multinational corporation; For my day job, face... Got a mask on, all day... But not the kind that ya buy from the Halloween shop; Or the Amazon dot com, nah... It's the kinda that ya commandeer from years of tellin peers just what they wanna hear in they ear... While ya veer to steer clear of the real deal; In fear it might smear ya rep appeal... Keep it formal, wanna seem normal... Heavy on my face, it makes me speak awkward... They still call me articulate, if they could only witness how I kick it as a lyricist; Be meek, let your product and your work ethic speak; 'till its time to punch the clock and hit the street... Then I take the wage slave mask off, put my Guy Fawkes mask on and another side of me is reborn... :::Chorus::: My persona, my persona, my persona's just the surface.... My persona, my persona's, my persona's just a mask... My persona, my persona wear it in the game, called life just to get by; Just to stay fly, just to stay the same guy... Peter park, Bruce Wayne in a disguise... :::Verse 2::: I got a mask called the family man; His thing is responsibility, significance and... He's got a wife and a daughter... They tend to spark the motion and he tend to set the order; He tries to keep the cursin' to a minimum; Experience convinced him that it's all about the Benjamin's ... He watches children's television programming; And sits outside ...
