A Song For What Could Have Been

So stressed, tryna figure this out,
I don't wanna be a waste like somebody else
I'm just on TV and watching all the people who should be watching me
And wondering where time went since no one's on the seat

So braindead
Media rest
I'm so over it
I can't unless I invest all my load in this
And listening to people who live out in the streets
Cuz they know what they're doing, but knowing's bittersweet

But I like to see where you stand, in the case that there's a late night fight with the band
And they all stop playing
Waiting til you drop or you send someone in to take your place
So you're saving face

The most spectacular dread in the audience
The most unpopular dead, everyone's watching this
And missing out on people and talking, it's obscene
The most important person is always on your screen

Imagine seeing yourself, on a billboard up in New York
Checks through the mail, but the bills are up
And there's so many people just sleeping on the street
That's what happens when the sidewalk's taken, covered pointed sheets

I'm tired of calling it out, no one looks at it
And kids getting shot in the mouth, I don't fuck with it
The woke/patriot people got blood all on my feet
And everyone agrees with you, but no ones showing green

So I guess, I see where you stand, '
If you fuck around you get kicked out of the band
And it wasn't how you played, although your playing blows
"It's business", as the saying goes,
I didn't wanna be that guy