Listen. I know how embarrassing and shitty this is, but I worked hard on it and I’m proud of it… So I’m posting it…
iTunes:
https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/letters-to/id1206032566?mt=2
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/?lang=en
Soundcloud:
https://soundcloud.com/user-399493848
Tunein:
http://tun.in/pile4
Lyrics because I suck at rapping:
I feel like I sound like I know who I am, but I don’t
And I wouldn't be able to read these lines if I was stoned
I ignore every word that I hear ‘cause I won’t
Get screwed by your words and your groans
Shut it; you don’t know shit ‘cause you’re owned!
You trust a shit with nice eyes and a comb
For fucks sake, grow a damn backbone
Now listen, I’m not an exception at all
And maybe I’m just throwing shit at the wall
Will it stick to the side of the stall
If it doesn’t, kick it like a soccer ball
Fight it in a feces brawl
Sell it at the Viewmont mall
Let's get back to the point, I digress
We get our news from a biased, obsessed,
Controlling, and of course, always best dressed
One hand on the trigger and one on the (arm)rest
You call it truth, but I call it infest
Call a destroyer to rid these pests
These guys have mansions for nests
Beds of silk, because they’re insects
You say success but I say rejects
I don’t want to hate all reporters
But those who only care about borders
Closing the opportunity doors
And making them scrub the floors
Dividing up the rich and the poor
Remember not everyone has a roar
Some people have morals in their core!
That's what the Constitution’s for!
Shit! I can't take it anymore!
My knees are on the floor
Can we please get some logic in here
Instead of all this freaking my fear
Shouldn't that be fucking clear?
Love the Christian kid but fuck the queer?
This stuff didn't start in my rear
I should've started this letter with dear
Can't we just talk it over a beer?
But you won't listen to my words
Write me off as a lame-ass nerd
Send my words off with the birds
And hurl my thoughts to the curb
Because you can't admit you're absurd
Because it seems your view is blurred
Take a lesson from Paul’s Blackbird
Half of society’s been disowned
And it seems like progress is postponed
And all we can do is hold the phone
Hope the right guy got throned
But we can’t leave well enough alone
I don’t care who cast the first stone
I only care about the end zone
And for Christ’s sake, to each his own
Nothing is written in stone!
I feel like I sound like I know who I am, but I don’t
I don't know who you are, but I know who I'm not
I feel like I sound like I know who I am, but I don’t
And I wouldn't be able to read these lines if I was stoned
Music:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YaU41i3AXXk
