Knock Shit Down

You wouldn't dig a ditch for your water to flow through
Or start a charity for other people to go to
Wouldn't lead a march to emancipate the slaves
Wouldn't breach the dark to get me out another cave
Would you take custody over a two year old
Or let your homie's bleeding pet up in your studio
You already know, everyone's so selfish
Making silly memes bout how they actually so selfless
No one wanna follow we all kings like elvis
No one wanna help and we wonder why we helpless
You say you want anarchy, it's really just malarkey
You'd be begging for Edison back in a day talkin bout it's dark in here
You'd be begging for your corporations "hey come back and feed me stuff!"
Begging for the cops when your block is full of skeevy punks
You're so mischievious but really now obsequious
You wanna see me blush but steady talking bout we devious

People wanna talk but they don't wanna knock shit
Down they wanna yell but no one wanna save this
Town they wanna bitch but no one wanna switch it
Up yeah they'll complain but they don't really give a
Fuck

People wanna posture but they don't got so much to offer
Really sick as you say then we probably need a doctor
Open chompers and get ready because here's another meme
That turns a complicated issue to a futurama scene
Halloween, everybody branded and expanded
Hey it's all exaggerated but I'm fascinated
Immerse myself in scenes and wonder why I am exasperated
I load up hella pens and wonder how my wax evaporated
Whoo, man you ain't know about the blowback
Rather be on weed and brew or two before a Prozac
But that's our generation respect ya elders
Ideally a crew will stick together like some elmers

Oh but I'm singing a blues for this place
So much in my heart but I can't feel my face
Time speeding up as I slow down my pace
Will it be a waste if it is all erased
So hey

Numbers not a factor in my game
Call me douglas facebook tryna keep the acker in my name
I save it mainly for the homies and the favorites
Smoking fragrant in the parking lot so don't say shit
Whoo I pay a mortgage but I hide
From the juan pollo parking lot security guy
And even though I work a 9 to 5
Catch me out at midnight giving scallywags a ride uh huh
People know what I provide
More than bromides
Bar breakers keep it rawhide
I am a bard, a worker and a jester for the city
We take a dab tube collect the nectar tasting pretty I say

People wanna talk but they don't wanna knock shit
Down they wanna yell but no one wanna save this
Town they wanna bitch but no one wanna switch it
Up yeah they'll complain but they don't really give a
Fuck

Knock shit down like a fontana dino
Knock shit down like a san Bernardino
Knock shit down like your uninformed opinion
Knock shit down like your fear of smart women
Knock shit down like your posturing and pandering
Knock shit down like the stuff you are mishandling
Knock shit down like your worship of machismo
Knock shit down I'm from san Bernardino



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Writer(s): Tristan Acker
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