yeah thats me busting a rhyme

trying to make it all seem right

its not that time

everything seems all tight

no way things are alright

this society

is more like a wasted party

of drunk and high teenagers

what can I say

you want the truth

well I’m from the bay

chilling with a girl named ruth

while you are a bunch of

people aging

out of the system

the generation before you

did it to you

now its your turn to do it to us

well let me tell you

I’m not taking the bus

I’m going code blue on you

yea I’m all over

I’m not stoppin’

I’m on the way to the top

driving you to the bottom

where I once was

showing you the pain

so that I will gain

it all starts out the same