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LYRICS:

Great Lakes, mistakes, skates and beat breaks
Earthquakes through sub bass properly placed
Melt face to face throughout my living space
Shovel back to work like an enslaved race
This is a daily recollection of the way we
Put gear to grind, while others stay clean
Me and DRTY stay nasty as these Navy sluts
I'm still just a dunk on the mic havin' fun
I got beats, I got even more booze
I got an empty room to explore and record through
I got some equipment and I'll capture what I spit
I'm hungry as shit but I spent all our money on this
Pussy chips and cunt dip on paper plates for dinner
Compliments of the chicks down the hall and the emcees that reconsidered
A profession based on obsession without a question or even second guess to
The fact that they're wack as wearin dog tags in civis, get the fuck out my barracks room
Went from sharin' shrooms to wearin' my tomb and saluting an unbalanced hand
An avoidable hitch in the plan to another attempt at becoming a different man
Now I'm stranded alone in a lake that decent folks refuse to call home
But fuck decency, this watery grave beats bein' alone
Stoned with pebbles of future resistance
Tone deaf drums, beat-down state of livin'
Given zero guidance but DRTY and I've been supplied with
Fountains of creativity and visions of vibrant
Eyes lit on stage. That emcee's an odd one
Catch me spittin' in these bars 'cus I've got some

Bars to absorb, some liquor to pour
Great Lakes hate in the eye of a storm
Of another Monday mourn, but for now its okay
I'm stuck in the Great Lakes makin' tunes and mistakes

Mistakes and pleas, that pretty much sums me up
Awake every morning thinkin' "ah fuck"
Its either work, a hangover or both
You'd think a military life would resemble some control
But no, I guess nothing can change me
I'm still a blue-collar version of lazy
I'm still unreliable as a foreign informant
My sex life is still borin', dormant and always snorin'
I've got no cash and no idea why
Makin' more than ever, broker than I've ever been in my whole life
Drinkin' warm Miller High 'cus my fridge is mini-sized
And Navy Fed is well aware of monetary plight
Somebody give me five grand
So my bank statements can read zero dollars and fifty five cents
I pissed in a beer can last night
One bathroom, one roommate, a long walk outside
How high do you want me to jump
Mr. Government Man before my neck resembles a stump
"Uh" - That wasn't a rap cliché
My fuckin' feet hurt, goddamnit, what a long day
I'm pacin' and wonderin' if shit ever really changes
I'd be insane if I became optimistic towards the arrangement
I'm startin' to fear arraignments 'cus I'm losin' control
Startin' to glamourize life inside a foxhole
Tolls get passed, Willy extends his hand
I pay him the cash, 'cus I'm drivin' away from this
Penitentiary known as the Great Lakes
I'm headin' home to make some old Minonk mistakes

Bars to absorb, some liquor to pour
Great Lakes hate in the eye of a storm
Of another Monday mourn, but for now its okay
Stuck in the Great Lakes makin' tunes and mistakes