Tekst:
money's not my god it's not my only thought fuck the ones who judge by how much cash you got fuck the ones who go to the classy corporate spots still here in boston theres not a single squat tell me that i suck couse i can't afford the bars look down on me couse i cant afford the cars higher up the ladder the fall is just as far see possissions for the chains that they are you work heres your salary you rent heres your sitcom you buy heres your alcohol you die heres your napalm you work heres your six pack you rent heres your couch you buy heres your gun you die to get the fuck out in ignorance you sleep it's time to wake up
