Keep my head down on the sound stay focused

Hoping I’m able to type out some dope shit

Got roped in to the same old same show

Never asked for any of this like it’s fate yo

Everything's going good till it’s not

When the whole world stops and we look at what we got

Not much, a bunch of dead crops (oh no!)

A hole in the ozone nothing gonna stop us

From acting like a bunch of bozos

Clown shoes on tight fighting over old clothes

Got a boatload of trash running low on cash

Itching for the end like I’ve got a bad rash

So who wants to bet on that action

Going all in like we need the distraction

I can’t get no satisfaction

I've seen it happen, where’ll you be standing

When the ship goes down with the captain

Bring it right back spitting on a tight track

Gotta keep my shit on lock like a bike rack

Everyone around my block like it like that

I’m the judge and the jury and you can’t deny facts

The evidence points closely to this mostly

Wholesome act of suicidal roasting

But you wanna know the gross thing?

We pay for the lip service so who can out gross me?

Chicken soup for the soul and I’m all out of groceries

Dig under the upholstery and find another nose bleed

Stuck in a maze and we’re getting cold feet

Waiting for the day the juveniles go free

And our congress stops to process

How they got corrupted and all turned into some monsters

Preying on your kids like who’s gonna stop em

Voting for a bunch of imposters