Break Room Burying

Lyrics

Break Room Burying
Dirt Road Gospel Music
DirtRoadGospelMusic.com

[Verse 1]
You're Black and lost your job, I'm white and lost mine too
Ain't no difference at the bottom when the bottom's all you view
Unemployment's just the shortcut through the street
Where the lightning don't work and the water don't meet
No car, no phone, just the walls closing in
Sold my watch, sold my ring, but I ain't pawning him

[Pre-Chorus]
Eight to five
Eight to five
I swore I'd never wear that collar
Now I'm just trying to survive

[Chorus]
So I buried my ambition in a break room in the back
Punched a clock instead of ceilings, never getting what I lack
Yeah I dreamed of something bigger but the rent don't care about dreams
Eight to five, badge and lanyard, ain't as simple as it seems
But I'm holding onto the thing
Whatever's left that's still mine
I'm holding onto the thing
Even working down the line

[Verse 2]
I used to see myself different, had a vision had a plan
Now I'm nodding at a supervisor half my age who don't understand
That I built things, led things, bled for things that mattered
Now I'm stacking someone else's shelves watching my pride get shattered
But I clock in anyway
Because the ring is gone the watch is gone
And a man's still gotta eat today

[Verse 3]
I tried to walk away from God when the lights went out
Told him take your peace and your promises I'm done with the doubt
But he runs too deep man he's in my blood and my bone
In my mama's voice every Sunday in that telephone
She'd disown me if she heard me even thinking this way
And my daddy cheap as ever still won't pay
But somewhere between the broke and the bitter and the blame
I hear something in the silence calling out my name
And I can't shake it
Can't fake it
Can't leave what was never just mine to take

[Bridge]
This is where faith gets ugly
Not the stained glass kind
This is 3am and the checking account and the quiet
And something that won't let you go
Even when you want it to

[Final Chorus]
So I buried my ambition in a break room in the back
But the God my mama raised me on keeps pulling me back
Yeah I wore the badge and lanyard but it never had my name
Eight to five don't own my story I was never just the frame
And I'm holding onto the thing
The thing they can't touch or buy
The thing that runs too deep to quit
That's the reason that I try

[Outro]
Still holding
Still holding
The thing runs too deep
Still holding