Work In Progress - Spose, Shane Reis

I’m a work in progress

I might just work forever

I know the sun is shining behind this cloudy weather

And I, I’m not perfect

But I’m, I’m getting better

I’m a work in progress, I might just work forever

I don’t know

I can’t help but feel like I’m destined to do this but I’m in my way

I’m working it, working it, working it, working it every day

I chiseled the sculpture, I take a look at it, that ain’t how I planned it

I might need to switch my perspective and view from a whole 'nother vantage

Cause some of the things you could say about me would be true, and be

disparaging

I hope I don’t leave none of those traits to my daughters when I die in their

inheritance

I’m a bright spark in a dark room, I’ll persevere, that’s how I’m built

I won’t wait, I will work till I’m great, I made more mistakes than my grammy

made quilts

I am part one, wait for part two

Got my leg in the door in '04 from my dreaming, was screaming «somebody record

me»

I promise I will be dope when I’m forty

Now I got my whole body in the room, bitch

Sorry I called you a bitch

I get excited, I’m talking my shit

I feel like Kanye but white and not rich

I am a desk full of stuff, stacked

Agressive, a muskrat

I will stretch, I will touch, tap

I’m a sketch, I’m a rough draft

But I’m wide awake, and I’m tossing and turning

And I can’t sleep at times

Got my family on my mind

And I’m gon' work until they never have to work no more

I don’t know what to think, they put out a tape every month

Maybe it’s them, or maybe it’s me, or maybe I don’t write enough

But when you only write what you feel

Sometimes it kinda gets tough

Cause the world is moving so fast

And I’m not feeling so young

I was just a kid, say 17, and I entered in a new world, never had a plan

Face bare, so was the planner, saw my old man pimp himself out the truck for

not enough bucks

He said, «Son, it’s gonna be tough, at least I gave you a work ethic and some

manners»

Maybe got the manners from my mother, now I gotta fill the cupboards when you

hammer for the supper

They told me we work in the cold and the snow and the rain, welcome to Maine

Fresh out of grade twelve, not getting paid well, walking on eggshells

Eight years later, couple tapes and a record

Between being on the road and being up at the same time that I’m getting home

It feels like I work forever

Young, good, gotta do better

Two little dudes like a mirror made of pressure

I could never ever give the minimal of effort

I know she got me, rich, broke or whatever

I consider it never, I’d rather have less than a drip in the desert

Did not ever stitch in the dresser, or listen to Ke$ha

I work when I’m sick and I’m hurt till I’m better

Cause money is money, you can’t never make enough and can’t pay attention to

them, they saying nothing

If they not down unless something big comes around, then there’s nothing up for

discussion

That’s everybody, me included, I’m turning up, like the heat’s included

They’re complaining about no savings to make these payments but still I’m

changing

I’m a work in progress

I might just work forever

I know the sun is shining behind this cloudy weather

And I, I’m not perfect

But I’m, I’m getting better

I’m a work in progress, I might just work forever

I don’t know

I can’t help but feel like I’m destined to do this but I’m in my way

I’m working it, working it, working it, working it every day

I chiseled the sculpture, I take a look at it, that ain’t how I planned it

I might need to switch my perspective and view from a whole 'nother vantage