3 chords, blood, sweat no rewards Another minute goes down the drain Nobody seems to care anymore Or really listen to what we're saying Judge books by looks and fall for a cheap imitation See us we must abide by our labeled limitations They missed the X'd fists, jump kicks in nike There ain't even a pig pile pic or hc I guess in reality the biggest joke's on me Hey you, at the back of the longest line Just what did you have in mind?
