Some People Spend more dollars in a day than days their alive
Theres more molecules in your brain than stars in the sky
Listen to the syllables and symbols of of the time
the reason for the rhythm and meaning of the rhyme
It's so lonely fuck n phony act n like everyone else
It's so crowded I'm surrounded by the thoughts of myself
They say all saints go to heaven and our heroes are lost
Like bombs blowing up each and every one of us
Fuck the second amendment i don't need no guns
they got AK forty-sevens so Im makin a bomb
Like the movement i was born on November the 5th
a physical reminder the revolution exists
The worlds a stage and the rest is a lie
no one questions authority
im just wondering why
