[DexLabb]

designer sheets, far cries from the deep, alliance between
the peace in my heart and the grind on the street.
cold mornings, scorching afternoons, my wake's soon
stay tuned. opaque view of the world, designed by the weak

and i bought it. i bought into it. my hate is infinite
i hate my fucking self for letting myself live with this,
disease of the masses. its a certain sickness, a gift in it's
wrapping paper signed on the line "you ain't shit but a bitch"

when u live vicariously, through various peeps, it reaps
ur soul. it strangles hold of your fuckin' voicebox
and u walk around the world silent like a tyrant,
you try to tell the cashier you want change, but its in vain

now you want the fucking 10's. you want the dividends.
you want the money now and yeah you'd like to spend.
but look, before i get it, i gotta' remember my old life
cause there was a time i wasn't the man like old spice. alright?