3%

You should go and quit your job
 And make all of those dreams come true
 How is your self esteem? Huh?
 That's important in what you're about to do
 Don't talk to your friends
 Their opinion holds so much weight
 And it doesn't make sense
 Even your family
 Parents just don't understand
 Except for Will Smith, he's got a great understanding
 Make the time
 Drop school, and people, and work, to play
 Music all night
 You'll make an dollar an hour, at least you'll like your life
 And roll with the punches
 Even when it feels like you're getting fucking jumped
 But you're a real bad judge of it
 Hold on tight, boy
 Might be a fucking hell of a ride
 But, but, but they said it's a 3% chance
 That I'm gonna make it
 That's a little bit less than what it is in my mind
 But it's okay, I think I can take it
 They said it's a 3%, my friends
 That's what they said
 And then I sat there and thought about it
 And almost believed it for a sec
 But I think that they'll love me
 Yeah, if my soul is tainted and ugly
 Tainted enough where no one
 Should ever want stuff from me, but I'm lucky
 Lovely people say such nice things for no reason
 Except for the songs that I sing them
 When I was eighteen I fucking prayed to God
 That one day I'll sing and the crowd would stop
 But I'm still waiting
 For the jaws to be dropped and the bras to be sailing
 I'm still waiting
 For the big contract and a payment
 I'm still waiting
 For all of my own friends to eat all of their own words
 I bet it'll taste like blood sweat and tears
 And the fear of regret and that ever elusive
 3% chance
 That I'm gonna make it
 It's a little bit less than what it is in my mind
 But it's okay, I think I can take it
 They said it's a 3%, my friends
 That's what they said
 And then I sat there and thought about it
 And almost believed it for a sec
 But now, it's me versus the world
 In a competition to see who could be less shitty
 Hold your own and if it floats your boat
 Then you should row that boat home
 But if my boat starts to sink
 I'll probably just stop singing and writing poems
 Cut my fucking hair and
 Quit eating like I'm homeless
 Get a job
 But I said, I made two hundred dollars in my first week
 Just playing music and being who I want to be
 She said "You think that's acceptable?"
 "You think that's an acceptable amount?"
 "I made twice the amount working at a shitty fucking job that I hate
 And every morning when I wake up I get really sad
 And I was just about to say at my friends birthday party
 Before they cut me off, I was just about to say
 Wait, wait, wait, wait
 You think that's an acceptable amount?
 It's a 3% chance
 You'll be happy
 Doing the same thing you do everyday
 For the next ten years
 I think that's a 3% chance
 That when I say "Today's the day!"
 You'll understand