Suck It Up

I got assets
I got prospects
Paid all my debts
But I get no credit

I gotta suck it up

We creatives
We always find a way
When a door closes
We just open a vein
Any idiot can try his luck and make a pitch
But it has to be a traditional narrative
You gotta fit the mold
Or the qualifying ratios are automatically programmed to tell you “no”

I gotta suck it up

Can’t I meet you
Or call you on the phone
Won’t you talk to me
You’re so remote
Don’t need a fur coat
Won’t splurge on surgery
Just want a little space
But it just seems so out of reach
I’m climbing off my horse
Don’t make me get down on my knees
Just tell the algorithm that I can prove that I am me

I gotta suck it up