I'm sitting in a room busy staring at the wall
No words to my lips no worries at all
I can't say I'm sorry but I'm busy with the wrong
I got things on my mind, nothing to this song
Nothing on my thoughts that should matter here
Cept I can't kick back and crack a beer
Can't puff on the smoke like I used to
You know I was hazy back then
Never had a sober day past ten, give me a week
Now I'm sober 2 months, pass the tree
I ain't nothing special, I ain't nothing good
I'm just loving life, the only way I should
You say drugs are bad, why waste your mind?
I say that you're sad, you're only wasting time
You don't know where to speak from but the shit that you're fed
Gorging on the meals payed by government bread
I'm an independent thinker, artist, mind, body, sold
I ain't looking for the deal that you offered me
Just tryna eek out an existence
I'm looking for the truth that's been buried deep
But you broke my shovel and then threw it at me
Can't break my spirit, that shit's fucking gold
Imma be searching til I'm ninety years old
Excuse the bloody handshake, I had nothing else to use
Imma sit here, accusing you
Of ignorance, you're bliss exists
I'm not gonna hear what you're saying
When it's regurgitated from the lips of the man
I'm a king in my court, you're a pawn in his plan