everyday someone is boastin and actin egotistical/
actin like theres not one care on this earth, that shits sophistical/
makin everything seem so great, fuck, be realistical/
no ones perfect,not the new era, and not the old and traditional/
not everyone gots talent in music, some people are arrhythmical/
no one can change what they hear,nor change our visuals/
what happens, happens, we cant change the past,we become realities prisoners/
if we choose ta be rude,or choose ta be spiritual or mystical/
thats our choice, but these choices later on become critical/
crutial to our being,thats why we gotta think for ourselves,be politically correct,litterally/
we gotta move away from the little-leauges and hit big time,get away from the bottom,and skip the littoral/
go straight ta the top, with our minds and souls, forget the fights and violence,forget being physical/
drop the pistols, and kiss the sky,just aim high and hit-the-notes,nothings imperceptible/
and fuck bein just exceptable, and never except-the-bullshit that comes with being hederosexual/
so many tasks and challenges,we cant vote on which ones ta recieve,our lives dont work like elections-yo/
we gotta sit back and except-the-blows, lettin our view points and perspectives-go/
out the window, everyone conceives everyones life ta be plain and domestical/
when problems enter hoaller out ur chest-and-roar,through the estival/
winds, our voices being heard these days seems ta be inevitable/
inconceivable, everything we seems seems like "hey, ive read-that-before"/
everythings becoming a bore and repetitive-bull/
so stupid and obnoxious u wanna knock-it out and make em so that their not repeatable/
everytime i see-a-soul fall in ta the gaps of life tribulations,i think "that cant be feasible"/
like cant they run away or sumtin,or give an excuse thats reasonable/
just ta excape being the scape goat, just backflip and sidle/
outta that situation, and run and stay away from the middle/
but they cant is what i see,there stuck and its pittaful/