[Verse 1]
She said, “Spend some time talking to the youth that are not in the church or in the music industry and those that’s not college educated”
Go on a fact-finding mission in a rough low-income neighborhood and ask them all which thing motivates ‘em
Is it riches, or diamonds, or is it love? (Is it love?)
Is it fame, or is it all of the above?
And if it is love, what is it the love of?
I wanna know what, I wanna know what
[Bridge]
Because it seems that everybody’s happy
Being fed what they’re fed, they’re filled with being empty
And it seems that nobody’s rebelling
Everybody’s in line
[Chorus]
In line, in line
In line, in line
In line, in line
In line (Hey, hey, hey)
In line, in line (in line)
In line, in line (in line)
In line, in line (in line)
In line (hey, hey, hey)
In line
[Verse 2]
The radio programmer listened to our single and said
“This got a youth vibe, but the youth just can’t relate to your raps
They don’t like marriage, they ain’t into love but just for the sex
But it’s so obsessive, you give it no effort, so what’d you expect?”
Like every teen that listens to rap relates to the track
[?] strip club, strippers who introduced that to the masses
Who introduced it [?]
For radio programmers like you, they reckon it’s sex
Plus, I’m 44 go on to 45
We’ve got TVS relying on us, not us on them to survive
Some got me killing to even address this as suicide
So you telling me I gotta kill myself just to live my life?
[Bridge]
[?] On the microphone
I’m amplified before I crucify (Zonin’ in my zone)
Since Ima die, let me electrify (This was never home)
So I will never, ever get in line
If you feel me, get in line
[Chorus]
In line, in line
In line, in line
In line, in line
In line (Hey, hey, hey)
In line, in line (in line)
In line, in line (in line)
In line, in line (in line)
In line (hey, hey, hey)
In line
[Refrain]
Because it seems that everybody’s happy
Being fed what they’re fed, they’re filled with being empty
And it seems that nobody’s rebelling
Everybody’s in line
[Verse 3]
Some keep telling me, “[?]
Maybe Justin Bieber could write the hook, the radio could play it
Maybe Miley Cyrus could twerk on it and everyone would go nuts
[?]”
That’s what you gotta do, you can’t be true, you can’t be real
You can’t be talking about yourself and how you really feel
I thought you knew the deal, it’s suicide, are you blind?
Stevie Wonder why you take your life, just play dumb, just take advice
You’d be a fool to be a rich rude riding Lamborghinis
Have girls in bikinis, like the rich dude turn your wrist into it
Igloo, now the world can envy you, the poor and rich, they’re into you
Just speak truth in interviews, that’s enough, dude
[Bridge]
Man, you ain’t no [?], let it go
What is this behavior, you labor on things you savor
And bravery has no pay to it, you’re not a patriot
Just let it go
If you stay in line and play dumb, we’ll make some dough
[Chorus]
In line, in line
In line, in line
In line, in line
In line (Hey, hey, hey)
In line, in line (in line)
In line, in line (in line)
In line, in line (in line)
In line (hey, hey, hey)
In line
In line, in line
In line, in line
In line, in line
In line (Hey, hey, hey)
In line
In line
In line