i think we lost the plot
we breakin down
fore we even off the lot
your heaven and hell
couldn’t believe in that god
keep tellin myself
least you got a job
aint got a lot
but grateful for all that i got

living’s not about getting things
this is me talkin shop
not spending time living your dream 
tell me what’s the cost
i aint gon bow and kiss the ring
of these god awful cops
who protect and serve
the ruling class
don’t project the nerve
to do it back
prison’s big business
get the kids in the system
so we can have their free labor
kidnap thy neighbor
if he loves all his children equally
how can you be highly favored?
what about that kid in a tornado
guardian angel with a pitchfork
no halo
what’s all this for
but to change the globe
they already tryna stick a fork
in us we can’t lay low
that’s how they get more
of a stranglehold
blood splattered
star spangled soul
try to keep the pain from being told
only say the real things
when they standin over you with a rose

i think we lost the plot
we breakin down
fore we even off the lot
your heaven and hell
couldn’t believe in that god
keep tellin myself
least you got a job
aint got a lot
but grateful for all that i got

but what am i posed to be grateful for crumbs?
the bare minimum?
am i just posed to be faithfully numb 
never makin enough
to save nothin up
just enough to pay the slumlord
the rich always tryna bum more
off the working class
they tryna make it curtains for ya ass
this shit ain’t workin like the math
they all led us down this murky path
AI drive the car it gon swerve and crash
at every turn we already gotta serve em cash
and it’s only gettin worse than that

i think we lost the plot
we breakin down
fore we even off the lot
your heaven and hell
couldn’t believe in that god
keep tellin myself
least you got a job
aint got a lot
but grateful for all that i got