where. is. the. humanity.

Numero one stay in the house till my legs lock out Petty come out Reverends coming all out like a preacher bummed out or a king who ruled down or a church shot out Blame the fount Bottle of youth Stay in tune Boring? bohoo. Better to sit with me now then to be forced to bow like youre paying your dues I Stepped in the frame like a nazi pilot riding in the cockpit Painted the picture I'm DaVinci on a roster Dreads don't exist I'm spitting bars like Bidens mamma Picked the wrong neighborhood you're running like a foster Keep calm and carry on those words they're on your T-shirts Never seen more freedom than the quote on quote " I'm with her " 1989 and lover, lover so I ditched her Caught up in mood today I'm feeling pretty bitter In the night swinging round uptown oh yea I bit-her Cautious of myself if only I was kind of triggered I would take this time to kill off all and many hitters Say my name once more I'm becoming a lot bigger Stay in tune im here right now Call me once or never pal Seeming now to figure out a style Words on paper never had to file People wishing, they were in the now XL t's oh yeah, they are selling out Screaming hearing voices, they announce So, a teenage boy should want to flee his house Boy its adios you pulled it out to soon And the mental kid who never had a room Or even room to say what he wanted to Like a pre delay, of ever being cool Or a kitchen store with a bunch of tools Or a manager who only makes you food It never made no sense how I was caving in How to get back out was just another rule So, the little boys who always ran the school Could never see the rough and never pick it up So, they pick and choose and always seem to lose Everyone again except those certain dudes Who blamed on everyone who ever had the clues They could've tuned in to And could've see them through It's a mess out here nothing but the truth So, they told their lies, and yeah, they said goodbye To a better life choosing eyes demise Looking back again could never been condoned Oh yeah it could, oh no, that's the problem hoe It's that a certain way that everything was ran And the ones we really couldn't stand Are coming back again to work on our land And our brand-new vans like a grown-up man Brand new vans, like a grown-up man