we all have the power to change, but so many of us subscribe to the idea that we'd rather be spectators than contribute anything worthwhile. while we dance and
of years from now, it will look different again. but the diehards will always find ways to stay ahead of the fakes and the phonies. these fuckers may have the look, and
dead cat without hitting a cry of brotherhood and family. i can never be a part of a family that excludes half its members through archaic sexism and
hook line and sinker, we fucking buy it because what's not to like about sixty second spots leading from pink floyd straight into talk of heaven and revenge and
We sit and stare while our lives go on without us num and content while our insides rot robbed this with our this shit own consent this shit sucks
this is ours!! every couple of years, various sub-genres of punk achieve some modicum of mainstream success. and every couple of years, a seemingly endless parade of soundalikes and
things other than records and shows. punk ethics run deeer than what label support and which band said what. punk ethics challenge so much of what we learn at work, at school, and
change and we can do to change thie world, but we can't seem to get our acts together to change our immediate surroundings. we pardon and excuse
I hate this shit its got no soul sincere as cardboard and almost as exciting boring bpointless oulless its not what i thought punk as for i hate
soemthing else. and somebody bought what we produced. and so on and so on and so on. we become producers of more consumers. over and over again
now, pay later. its the american way of life it seems that no matter how much we work, we can't seem to get out of this debt. and inadvertently, we
hands up and say that this was inevitable and hat we might as well get used to it. we slowly lose whatever claim we had on our scene and willingly hand
Convinced of imminent failure your life got worse, but your stuff got better with nothing to show but a loveless marriage there affairs and a dead
the hill Smokin on some kill, burnin the rubber off my wheels Lettin her know that I'm for real, showin off my skill Me and my, redbone, french and black
you, Blame it on my job frustration We'll find his address in the company files, Drive out to Marin, Burn him and his Nagles too, We'll collect unemployment
me trapped [Naw, they can't keep tha black man down] Now i'm trapped and want to find a getaway All I need is a 'G' and somewhere safe to stay Can't
Noble] Cause Young Noble behind it Can you picture me stickin' niggaz for they watch and chain Kick back lil nigga And watch the game Get your mobb rocked and
ain't nuttin don't believe him And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him Cause sista you don't need him And I ain't tryin to gas ya up, I
