Wrong

I've been tweakin'
I've been doing too much thinkin'
I've been drinkin' more than I can handle
Gettin' high to fight my battles
I wear my polo with a turned down collar
Ever since I can remember I been poppin' narcotics
First I make the art then I decide if it's a product
Even if I did I wouldn't tell you that I got it
A thing to share opinions, another to be about it
The ones who do the least opinions usually the loudest
2020 something, don't go anywhere that's crowded
It gets around quick if your around it
I've found it
Kinda funny that the ones we pay to work for us
Often do the opposite, if that ain't broken than it's porous
I write a verse where there's supposed to be a chorus
Then build the bridge between what happens now and what's before us
Grave plots cost so do caskets and the coroners
Not to mention what we paid the florist
Create what I want give a fuck about a purist
Same of what you think unless you paid for my performance
The elephant in our collective room's become enormous
Ima put this mouse around it's feet and watch it squirmish