We're brushed back,
Entrapped in the contacts
I hate that feeling like we compromised
We hold back, another foot in the strap
'Cause what's the difference
If we can't even be satisfied
I know it seems a little tactless
But try sleeping while they're creeping
Through your mattress
I don't consider that rest

They says it's lacking guidance
Still we got a sky's the limit type of vibrance
But you keep it in silence
Congratulations, you just squeeze it 'till its life end
Control in the fine print
We're crippled and tapped
One by one another foot in the strap
But right now we bust back, prepare for the impact

He walked up and said "Keep It on the down low
Keep it all good and subtle"
But every day's a struggle to keep your nose clean
And outta trouble
I said "If it's all the same to you
I'll just keep on keepin' on"
Through rolled eyes he deadpanned
Another one gone to beat on

Wake up
Cause this is your ticket to the middle class
Translate
To your pen and mouth what you heard
Already knew in the past
What's worse?
Losing once again or revolution for the very first time
Now forget you ever met us one drink at a time