so
i write my rhymes with a golden pen
and when i spend enough time pushin' it onto a page
pushin' a means to an end it seems more like a friend than an ink-filled counterpart
i think i've found a part of me that may be hard to see
through the raw and scarry surface
but it seems worthless to try to desert this
'cause it works with my purpose to
take this nervous, shirtless body and make it calm
hold on...put your shirt back on
it's gettin' cold and all my inner warmth is gone
the fire's extinguished and i'm next to relinquish
my cold golden ink's wish to come out blazin' hot
'cause even if i'm good there's always someone sayin' i'm not
but i got to stop carin' about who's starin' at my rotten
rhymes and forgotten lines 'cause who's got the time
to worry about unenlightened minds?
i do, and maybe you should too
they're in the white house and right now it's lights out
they decide how we fight bouts and bite down
and despite how it's presented
the president's pretendin'
his agenda's defendin' you and your children's best interest
but i insist that it's witless
to sit there scared shitless
while you witness the sickness of this ridiculous pitfall
'cause we're all goin' down the same waterfall
and it's a shame we can't stall to soften the rocks at the bottom
we're all fallin' like the leaves in the autumn
so go ahead and use your wings if you've got 'em
but if they're broken like mine
just hope we might find
the time to realign this failed stale design
unless you have something better in mind
so tell me, do you have something better in mind?
and when i spend enough time pushin' it onto a page
pushin' a means to an end it seems more like a friend than an ink-filled counterpart
i think i've found a part of me that may be hard to see
through the raw and scarry surface
but it seems worthless to try to desert this
'cause it works with my purpose to
take this nervous, shirtless body and make it calm
hold on...put your shirt back on
it's gettin' cold and all my inner warmth is gone
the fire's extinguished and i'm next to relinquish
my cold golden ink's wish to come out blazin' hot
'cause even if i'm good there's always someone sayin' i'm not
but i got to stop carin' about who's starin' at my rotten
rhymes and forgotten lines 'cause who's got the time
to worry about unenlightened minds?
i do, and maybe you should too
they're in the white house and right now it's lights out
they decide how we fight bouts and bite down
and despite how it's presented
the president's pretendin'
his agenda's defendin' you and your children's best interest
but i insist that it's witless
to sit there scared shitless
while you witness the sickness of this ridiculous pitfall
'cause we're all goin' down the same waterfall
and it's a shame we can't stall to soften the rocks at the bottom
we're all fallin' like the leaves in the autumn
so go ahead and use your wings if you've got 'em
but if they're broken like mine
just hope we might find
the time to realign this failed stale design
unless you have something better in mind
so tell me, do you have something better in mind?