strictly professional

d struggle begins at 5, 4 for somebody
when we get a call to board d cab and be ready
in sleepy voices we reply, back to sleep again, dont feel shy
when d rooster clashes the roaster, we wake up
unaware of whats happening around us, we get dressed..!!

we board the cab, and in pitch so high
bhaiya ji, kripiya AC chalayen..!!
next thng is to check the picks
saala kya roaster banaya hai, i feel pissed
.....not because of the root as wat we r gonna use
just coz the quality picks, which i sometimes miss.....!!

reached the office....kam kam kam
gimme some time, saala i wanna aaram
lemme go outside and ask someone out
.......the most important thing
missing away like dis....

all d voices roaring from all the sides
i feel like m in forest
surrounded by cunning foxes and hungry owls

i take an empty seat and sit with my friends
trying to get into his problems
forgoing my own self
........not a conclusion as when we reach
we throw our chair away and go in the pantry to sleep

for another two three minutes, i fell relieved
then a puff when i inhale
i feel all kicked
back to the floor.......again when i come
again the same thing.......again the same shit

how the hell m gonna manage this…!
how the hell m gonna manage this…!