and bust the blunts, crush the kush - lick it and seal the seems
gone from rich, to poor then back - this world is feelin' mean
and I'm stealin dreams, can't outrun the theif and I jog
been slammin' the pavement, like metal when I unsheath the pogs
and then see the fog, when you're grown and responsible
bills, taxes, and debt - trials for our rights are not civil
and this facts a threat, a vote for bush is a vote for death
a rope that's set, to hang this nation by either plaques or necks
and I'd hope to set, a prime example for those optimus-tics
back when we'd plot to diss chicks, so drop the kid shit
I was always in it to win it, all about the competition
now I'm down to one thin slip, tryin to stomp tuition
no longer free, im shackled to familiar faces and roads
where only the stronger see this is the basis bestowed
.. upon us since birth, where section C was to the point
straight edge kids were pressured to roll into the join
and I was too ill to kill, and bein deep was just a term
not a definition of will to where you'd either leap or burn
and this roads to steep to turn back, without flippin' the whip
same one that made a stern crack, dug into your back like a bitch