When I look up at the sky
I wonder why
Why my life has gotta stay stagnant
Why has life gotta be always be a beauty pageant
I dont wanna work shovelling dirt to get my worth
I wanna be free like thee b utter flies
We other guys eyes prize on
Who’s best dressed best pressed to impress
were less focused on money and food
Family and who keep check of us
We are messes love honies and poon
Hunkies and willies
peeve and bluees
and the rest of us see
On the tv we see reality shows
Reality shows that reality pow
We gott mow
gotta blow our mentality
Or god dammit we
Heading for the under world
satan shredding our souls
embedding programming
Never regretting the beheading
Of his foes
