american derelict put the barrel through your lips
american derelict cut to the marrow just to exist
it’s imperative like an american terrorist 
that’s fool’s gold far from twenty four carat shit
it’s an embarrassment of arrogance
dare resist the plastic bouquet of narratives
stare into the abyss
the electric chair it is
care about the kids
nah the director’s chair it is
character assassinator 
err on the rise of the elevator
keep your eyes on that green paper
you a dreamchaser or a dream maker
hard to be either when you leanin and you laid up
but you fiendin for something greater
like Anita Baker 
ya need to bake up
right quick
mentally addicted 
oh the penalty of livin
your enemy dictatin what you feelin
gimme gimme culture that’s all that they givin into the pot
cut ten percent off the top
of the tenements 
in a sense no innocence is sittin on that white picket fence 
tryna ride it like humpty dumpty 
can you hear that one cricket cringe
you gotta pick a side
when it comes down to whether people gon live or die
but money money in their eyes 
just cuz they live uptight
they gon bring gray clouds to sunny skies
one more time tell me why
oh yeah cuz we’re fucked up
that’s right