Big Brother
I'm a simple man, yeah I got simple needs
Do what I can to feel like I'm free
Bought some thrift shop truth out in NYC
It just got thrown away, it wasn't meant to be
And I did what I could to try to resurrect
Feel like Sisyphus, just got to start again
Got your reports from a Fox News telecast
And all your facts from a blog on the Internet
They bailed you out, thirty mil' from the government
Then it just disappeared, can't tell me where it went
Quick fix, patch the pavement so it's covered up
That'll barely last through the winter months
Travel 'round the world in a hovercraft
Whenever I look up, I'm not sure where I am
Was never sick until the diagnosis
Side effects that came from my prescription
Now I take these pills to help me sleep at night
They never work, but my doctor sleeps just fine
I worked away my twenties
For a fraction of a cent
Had all my checks withheld
Cause I couldn't read the fine print
So I took all my ideas
Tried to send them off for free
Big Brother didn't like it much
He tried to take it all from me
He said I don't own the copyright
Hell, I barely own my name
You've homogenized the frequencies
Now I'm living like a slave on borrowed time
And I sit and think to myself
When am I ever getting mine?
Do what I can to feel like I'm free
Bought some thrift shop truth out in NYC
It just got thrown away, it wasn't meant to be
And I did what I could to try to resurrect
Feel like Sisyphus, just got to start again
Got your reports from a Fox News telecast
And all your facts from a blog on the Internet
They bailed you out, thirty mil' from the government
Then it just disappeared, can't tell me where it went
Quick fix, patch the pavement so it's covered up
That'll barely last through the winter months
Travel 'round the world in a hovercraft
Whenever I look up, I'm not sure where I am
Was never sick until the diagnosis
Side effects that came from my prescription
Now I take these pills to help me sleep at night
They never work, but my doctor sleeps just fine
I worked away my twenties
For a fraction of a cent
Had all my checks withheld
Cause I couldn't read the fine print
So I took all my ideas
Tried to send them off for free
Big Brother didn't like it much
He tried to take it all from me
He said I don't own the copyright
Hell, I barely own my name
You've homogenized the frequencies
Now I'm living like a slave on borrowed time
And I sit and think to myself
When am I ever getting mine?
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Writer(s): Kirk Franklin
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