spittin’
Everyone does everything the way everyone does
And everything is done by everyone the same
Turn on TV and we see reality
Reality conformed to reality as what reality is seen on TV
Music on MTV music on MTV2 music on VH1 music on BET
Music on music off betting it’s not music at all
Broken hearts and unspoken fools
Speak the truth and may find love, speak the truth and may regret
Blah blah audible noise in plain sight drifting through without pause
And we’ll move on anyway
Our hearts dropping off like flies
Our bodies floating off into abyss
Blah blah we may be okay afterall
Not a case for headlines
But bright lights heading into our eyes
Victimized in our town but not big enough to hit the 5 ‘o’ clock beat
It happens all the time…in this…neighborhood
Stop the press, it won’t make a difference
The future is beyond this world
Getting better for the worse
sign//shtyte
