What's the Point?

I’m trying to pay my rent, make some cents and get some bones
Take a long trip to the studio to spit these poems
Kids trying to get rich, get whips, get chains
Get kicks, that’s why they do shit that’s insane
Bosses trying to get your bread, cops are trying to split your head
If you read Marx, Engels, Luxemburg they wish you dead
I’m trying to get a job 'cause this recession hit musicians hard
Listen y’all, I’m broken like a record, burn a lit cigar
I’m trying to drop another, album that’s got a cover
Made my Kevin, recorded by 7Wounds soon
I’m trying to get peace, spit these words of wisdom
Heard the system crack, set free like a bird in prison
I’m trying to stay alive, survive another thirty years
Only fear is thirty more living in a dirty war
I’m trying to get right, live life like a human
Write a few lyrics, hope a couple of you hear it