Clocked Out

Yeah…

This one's for everybody stuck in the loop

For the dreamers buried in bills

It's time to wake that fire back up

It's time to wake that fire back up

Come on!

I was stuck in repetition call it déjà vu

Same coffee same train same worn-out shoes

Nine to five grind man it stole my truth

Trading time for a check that barely pulled me through

I used to have vision used to dream loud

Now I'm clocking in tired lost in the crowd

All my passion shelved like some old textbook

My ambition burned out couldn't bear to look

I was broke in the soul not just the wallet

Felt rich in regret couldn't even call it

Gave my prime to a system built to drain

Now I'm taking that pain and turning it to flame

I'm breaking the cycle not playing it safe

Wrote my own story tore out the page

Every second I waste I can't get back

So I'm done with the chains I ain't looking back

It's never too late I'm living it proud—

You're the youngest you'll ever be right now

Every Monday felt like a funeral march

Waking up hollow moving through the dark

Boss said grind harder like I wasn't already

My dreams on pause my hands feeling heavy

Paycheck to paycheck no room to breathe

Got tired of surviving so I had to leave

Started stacking my skills building my lane

If I gotta burn bridges I'll dance in the flame

I'm not made for cages not born for fear

I was built for more than just shifting gears

I want legacy freedom life with spark

Not just some name on a payroll chart

I'm breaking the cycle not playing it safe

Wrote my own story tore out the page

Every second I waste I can't get back

So I'm done with the chains I ain't looking back

It's never too late I'm living it proud—

You're the youngest you'll ever be right now

No more silence no more sleep

No more giving what I need to keep