Checked Out

Outcast and unwanted, I'm the odd one out the bunch
New places, new faces got me feeling out of touch
Can't believe the things I see and hear, people fucking nuts
Preaching, prying, straight up lying, there ain't no time for rebuts
I'm right and your wrong, your opinion isn't valid
Feeling like an fool, agreeing, but with nuance that I added
We don't have the same perspective, clawed my way up to the top
With the demons pushing, pulling, yelling, thought that I would stop
From the Mischief, sirens, Plastic back seats
To these callused hands bustin'out with my beats
Suicide and homicide, made dead eyes weep
Keepin' memories alive, 'til I don't wake from my sleep

I work 8, 12, 16 hour days
Bust my ass from week to week, do what I love for no pay
Metal flowing through my veins, feed the hip hop in my brain
Got the rhythm of my spirit, and the soul of the insane
From the darkness to the light, Know I'll never stop the fight
Taking on these weak ass punches, swinging back when the times right
We don't have the same perspective, clawed my way up to the top
With the demons pushing, pulling, yelling, thought that I would stop
With my blood, sweat and blisters bleeding
Got my back and hands so fucked, I'm loosing feeling
Don't lump me with parrots, so homogenous and special
Love to vomit ideology conforming proper rebel

Binary strokes bought by brushes of business
System of representation, the sickness
Reppin' your colors, and picking your sides
Leisurely stuffing what you can inside
These acts and your pacts and privately owned systems
Education making us, rulers, the victims
Painting so broad, laymen focus on spots
When the bigger picture is what's tangles in knots

No planet, no country, no state and no city
Not skin or the language, deny your committee
Don't claim me as people, I don't want your pity
I'm single, I'm individually shitty
Perspective contrasting, our struggles distinctive
Adversity pushed through, they made it restrictive
The past and the present would think its instinctive
To hold me back, push me down, hatred vindictive
Created a circus, clowns thirsting for spotlight
Generic the babble they drivel is not right
My soap box, decrepit, but fighting the good fight
The crowd doesn't live for you, future's in your sight



Credits
Writer(s): Alfonso Zuniga
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