I sit here and listen
to rhythmic words recorded.
Hatred and contempt, but for what?
Because a dollar was made, a redhead impressed?
Sellout synonymous with success.
Are we not just envious?
Do we not just want the same?
A million denied, a fool defined.
The same heart and soul,
but with pennies exchanged.
Mainstream or indie, the same words exclaimed.
Uncle sam is an uncle tom,
A reason for hate?
Fight it to the death, til blue in the face,
but no one is safe.
If a million is offered, who would reject?
A fool in my eyes, but now i regress.