VERSE 1
Written in paint on a billboard it read.
No matter the cause it’s the same in the end.
It’s not so much knowing as just one to the list,
Redundant and useless but still we insist.

VERSE 2
I don’t bother with fighting or good that it brings,
Don’t falter with heartbreak or gold diamond rings.
Destruction of self ain’t so bad in the end.
You put up, and put out, and someday your dead.
Apathy has got a hold on me

VERSE 3
My concoctions got vitals it helps me to breathe
Like bars on my windows protects me from thieves
In hindsight our minds not as safe as it seems
Misfortunes our fortunes American dream