Sceltic - Barely Made (W/Lyrics)
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This is a song I wrote about how my partnership through youtube doesn't pay out the way I hoped. It's also about greed and how Christmas has become somewhat corrupt.

Lyrics:

Barely Made:
By: Sceltic
Instrumentals: Retour En Arriere - (Ada Gio - Soundcloud)

Chorus:
“I’ve grown tired of being fuckin’ unemployed.
Sitting near Christmas and unable to buy a toy.
At least effectively to bring some holiday joy.
So I’ll grow pissed off and let my fury deploy.

Destroy all the hardships that plague my life.
An instant incineration; boom, no more strife.
It’s floating away acting all rotten and played.
I’m getting peanuts here and there; I’m barely made.”

Verse 1:
“As I said before, peanuts go and hit my door.
Fillin’ my wallet with cents so I don’t feel ignored.
The partners, they say: “We pay without delay.”
When secretly they lead me into despair and decay.




I can’t find a job other than cappin’ shampoo.
I’ve left too often, so now I’m screwed.
Power tripping seems to always run that place.
They give nothin’ but displeasure and bitter distaste.

I left that place for the last fuckin’ time.
After being pushed around by power hungry crimes.
So now I’m stuck here, writing out these lyrics.
Spittin’ them in the mic; I’m using my larynx.

It’s an attempt at grasping what life has to offer.
Instead of just existing, I want what I sought for.
Just a piece of that spotlight so I can hear the fans.
As they rock their heads to my fuckin’ list of jams!”









Chorus:
“I’ve grown tired of being fuckin’ unemployed.
Sitting near Christmas and unable to buy a toy.
At least effectively to bring some holiday joy.
So I’ll grow pissed off and let my fury deploy.

Destroy all the hardships that plague my life.
An instant incineration; boom, no more strife.
It’s floating away acting all rotten and played.
I’m getting peanuts here and there; I’m barely made.”

Verse 2:
“I know that the holidays are about peace and love.
With greed and anger laced behind nurture’s glove.
Smiling and laughter seem to fill the empty void.
But soon there after, envy comes up to destroy.

Cause all the kids today want technological toys.
From I-phones to I-pods and fuckin’ androids.
It’s a steroid infested lust for financial investments.
I can’t stress more that it’s humanity’s succession.


We decline more into viral social infections,
We’re losing touch with our emotional connections.
What happened to the days of blissful tranquilities?
Now it’s just days of unstoppable hostilities.

People fight each other to rush and get good deals.
Stomping over the faces with their shoes and heels.
They murder each other to feel artificial compassion.
Here we are, a world where love is now a subtraction.”

Chorus:
“I’ve grown tired of being fuckin’ unemployed.
Sitting near Christmas and unable to buy a toy.
At least effectively to bring some holiday joy.
So I’ll grow pissed off and let my fury deploy.

Destroy all the hardships that plague my life.
An instant incineration; boom, no more strife.
It’s floating away acting all rotten and played.
I’m getting peanuts here and there; I’m barely made.”



Verse 3:
“So zig-zag, the kids don’t ever fuckin’ ever give back.
Their minds are on technology; and that’s so whack.
They need to be taught, yeah, a mental pimp slap.
Take away their MP3’s, CD’s and fuckin’ I-Pads.

Be honest though, I’m just as bad as them yo.
I’m pissed off cause I can’t afford much; no.
I prod and I pry, at an attempt to not be fried.
I sit with depression festering deep inside my mind.

I’m going on about how they’re always greedy.
But take a look at me! I’m not any better ya see?!
I’m here giving y’all my mother fuckin’ third degree.
I’m not even fuckin’ swallowing the words that I preach!

It’s time today, that I teach you and myself.
To keep our greedy ways, stocked up on the shelf.
For that day, we celebrate the birth of our savior, Jesus.
That holy man’s love prospers and never ceases.”



Chorus:
“I’ve grown tired of being fuckin’ unemployed.
Sitting near Christmas and unable to buy a toy.
At least effectively to bring some holiday joy.
So I’ll grow pissed off and let my fury deploy.

Destroy all the hardships that plague my life.
An instant incineration; boom, no more strife.
It’s floating away acting all rotten and played.
I’m getting peanuts here and there; I’m barely made.”

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