Lately, I'm dealing with my race
The color of my face
It's a shock to me I got here
Admit, I'm really not that tall
For the type of work involved
Do you think it truly matters?

The ascetic life's for me
I'm boarding up windows and grinding teeth
And if you could grant any wish I please
I'd ask for a life where the norm is…

Woke up to a shotgun out the hole
when all you knew you stole
and all along it sat here

In fact it's the perfect time of year
To hide behind veneers and Venetian blinds

There's a pretty place
Where I can whisper in complete good faith
Where I could dictate fate
from the convenience of a world away
That's making me waste what I should embrace
But I'm sure the week can stand to wait

The ascetic life's for me
I'm boarding up windows and finding peace
And if you could grant any wish I please
I'd ask for a life where the norm is…