It’s me, Mr. Mediocrity

Nothing special thought I told you

Halfway between contentment and a cup holder

Joe average, the reasonably civilized savage

Living beyond my means by no means lavish

Dead broke, broke dead, even the dead season

They seemed so sure that they were living for a reason

Not even a reason to live, the grieving, the give

White lies on yellow pages, believing the fear

But if it helps them sleep soundly then who am I to criticize

Every living thing has got its living lies

Don’t try to tell me about truth, its blinding

Finding God in little places, faith in silver linings

Been a miner for a heart of gold, painted cold steel

24 karat arrogance to find in his will

I believe in possibility but not in simple answers

My God will never let me understand Her

The salvation’s in the search or is it the Church

The truth never hurt so we gave it a word

Even if it were an accident it’s not a mistake

Making perfectly fraudulent and truthfully fake

The other day I met an addict who called his junk Jesus

So he could take the name in vain for all the non-believers

Waiting on a corner from a crucifix, its painkillers

God made man made God made man made God made man made God

God made man made God made man made God made man made God x2

The aggravated agnostic, found faith and lost it

Tossed it to the bottom of a wishing well and asked for a (heart/hardship) aw shit

Here we go smug, cynic, surreal

Chasing his tail in a circle seeking something to feel

Self-conscious contemplation in the hymn of all hypocrites

I guess it just depends on how you live with it

Am I the cat who bust raps with a hand on my nut sack

Or the self-righteous preacher with the impact of a thumbtack

Hold out for humility, God give me the ability

To tell you when this mother fucking world is killing me

Consider me another fucking crab bottom feeder

Big fish little fish, now swallow the leader

Sitting at the bus stop, tryna find a dollar

Hot and bothered getting kinda hot under the collar

Holla holla, at the (wallers) while they passin’ me

Rib spinning grinning, with a wink in they eye

Ladies thinking they're fly, I’m sipping drinks and asking why

Pacify myself by thinking I’m a victim of my pride

Half a breath from self-expression

I don’t know if I want to

Sometimes I’m satisfied to analyze your lives and taunt you

Smart enough to be critic, but not enough to create

Never really had the energy to change the things I hate

Didn’t write the book but I read the first chapter

Save your salvation, ain’t no time for life after

Running last place in a rat race

I’m a lover till I’m left with a bad taste

This is bliss kid

If it seemed a bit pessimistic

You missed it, sitting getting lifted dip shit

I write dirty rhymes in dirty rooms with dirty clothes on

Sitting in my underwear, with the Golden Girls on

Ego tripping and I can give a shit if it’s true

I’ve been up all night, and still I’m looking for you

My painkiller

Where my painkillers

Chorus x2