Sweatshop Union-I've been down
[Verse Three]
This song is like a counseling session (whoosah)
I need to channel my aggression (whoosah)
I need to handle my profession
I’m the planet’s biggest panic stricken manic-depressant
Questioning myself as I’m sitting right and looking back
Drinking Jack, Heinekens, in both hands, crooked hat
Mr. small complex smoking a cigarette
Like you don’t know me, what the **** you think you’re looking at
Why is the fire in my eyes like I’m evil
It’s just I’m always suspicious of new people
Self-centered lieutenant, I’m a well balanced soldier
A lie with a strategist’s chip on both shoulders
Push the bull**** out of my life, keep biting
Spiritual enlightenment, price this excitement
Build strength within, I’m trying to find space
Freedom of choice, but trying for blind faith
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