if i had a million fingers
i still couldn't even count
the amount of lame ****
the hit machine churns out

i don't care about your clothes
and even less about your money
and if you try a metaphor
at least try to make it funny
'cause if you got me laughin'
i might be on your side
when i'm high
but to be honest that's like all of the time
it's a crime
but i'm probably just jealous of
the felons in their prime spittin'
money! cars! girls!
like their life was on the line

i need a new sound
it needs to speak to me
but i'm broke white and lonely
in the hip hop minority

always told
if you want it done right
to do it yourself
so i plan to do just that
and spread these words
to someone else

so if you're sick like me
speak up
get loud
maybe we can slowly
spread the love around
encompassing the ****
surrounding us
until there's just
the drums left
like