[Intro]

Behenno!

[Verse 1]

Could never be a teacher, could never be a doctor

And my heart’s too pure to ever run for office

So all I’m hoping’s that I make a couple dollars of this

Flowing and rhyming ‘till they lower me into my coffin

Harnessing your endorphins, to try and make a profit

It’s funny how you leave your bubble just to get it popping

So is your body rocking, or are you turning, tossing?

They used to bless you, now they leg it when they hear you coughing

You gotta keep on walking, one foot in front of the other

Hustle right through this quarter, you’re going to hеar the buzzer

We all need somе reminders, let’s try support each other

Don’t be like William Bell, Forgot to Be Your Lover

People they lie and blubber, serpents without a stutter

Glad we’re done hearing Donald, unless we’re talking Glover

Hating behind no names, blaming from under cover

You live it up outside, they type from under covers

[Chorus]

In a land where I really only need some simple closure

All they afford me is another cold shoulder

Will I fold before I be a money folder?

Will the world burn out of the money only smoulders?

Never had a rifle, why’m I feeling like a poacher?

Never had an automatic feeling like a soldier

Will we fix things in time for us to get older?

To give the kids a chance to ever get older

[Verse 2]

Now that’s a question, ain’t it?

Hope it don’t sound to flagrant

I wear my heart upon my sleeve

It ain’t no fashion statement

I’d eat my heart out to be free but still would like a payment

Sometimes my heart feels made of stone, someone please call a mason

Sometimes it’s hardened then it’s melts, it’s sometimes slow, then racing

So many feelings, hard to think they all exist adjacent

Inventive with the words, superb, impatient for a patent

Like.... where it’s at? You see me waiting

You see me waiting, sh-shaking, you see me baking

Defund the pigs, you know the streets are hungry for some bacon

The ones with power speak, we write it down, so they’re dictating

Hell froze over on thin ice, somehow we still are skating

My mind drifts through the sky because my body’s isolating

Two meters to the the brink, I’m not sure, only estimating

I should be thankful for my home, I should just have some patience

Wander the echo chambers of the web for entertainment

[Chorus]

In a land where I really only need some simple closure

All they afford me is another cold shoulder

Will I fold before I be a money folder?

Will the world burn out of the money only smoulders?

Never had a rifle, why’m I feeling like a poacher?

Never had an automatic feeling like a soldier

Will we fix things in time for us to get older?

To give the kids a chance to ever get older