As if I'm in motion, but in a crescent trygectory, descending. I'm unable to hold on, the weight is breaking my grasp. Man, all I need is, to find "Jay O. Bee" and I'll be fine. My plans keep shattering as quick as I muster up the strength to make e'm. Lately I've been getting close but, "no cigar". End up falling right back on my ass. All I need is to find, Jay O. Bee. Job interviews aren't working out, it's me that they're not hiring. Frustrating when you try everything and still the ends won't meet. Wonder how long this bad-patch is going last. All I need is just to find, Jay O. Bee. Food delivery, restaurant, customer service, sales, I'll work as a Guinea pig for a pharmaceutical company. I don't care, I've already tried everywhere else. Everything from a bankteller to working for change at a car wash. I'm needing to find Jay O. Bee. I'm not a thug.... That's for sure. I ain't going out robbing and stealing. And I don't sell drugs, let alone take e'm.... Anymore. Went thru Too many years of "self-healing". I just need to find Jay O. Bee. I'm going to stay positive though. No cutting of wrist, no falling back to the old. No thinking that I can't get past this and get back on my feet. I've been thru a lot worse. Just gotta find Jay O. Bee. Six-forty-five in the morning dressed fresh with a couple of resumees tucked away in my bag. I'm ready to continue my search - Wish me luck - Chin up - Rents coming,hurry up. Gotta find, Mr. Jay O. Bee. -L.A.G.
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J.O.BAs if I'm in motion, but in a crescent trygectory, descending. I'm unable to hold on, the weight is breaking my grasp. Man, all I need is, to find "Jay O. Bee" and I'll be fine. My plans keep shattering as quick as I muster up the strength to make e'm. Lately I've been getting close but, "no cigar". End up falling right back on my ass. All I need is to find, Jay O. Bee. Job interviews aren't working out, it's me that they're not hiring. Frustrating when you try everything and still the ends won't meet. Wonder how long this bad-patch is going last. All I need is just to find, Jay O. Bee. Food delivery, restaurant, customer service, sales, I'll work as a Guinea pig for a pharmaceutical company. I don't care, I've already tried everywhere else. Everything from a bankteller to working for change at a car wash. I'm needing to find Jay O. Bee. I'm not a thug.... That's for sure. I ain't going out robbing and stealing. And I don't sell drugs, let alone take e'm.... Anymore. Went t...  |
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