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e-dubble - tired (acapella) lyrics

[verse 1]
small pond, big pond, the fish are the only difference
city outta harmony lingering on the dissonance
fisherman, wrapping up citizens with their fishing nets
sometimes chemical, some plain old imprisonment
dissidents laughing at themselves as if they had a voice
acting like technology really gives them a better choice
protect our borders as we stack up our elitism
defeatism is what we pretend that we keep believing in
i’m straddling both lines, the quietest revolt
politicians fake like they caring that we vote
legalese verbose, ’cause if it’s plain english
then us add, ritalin, riddled children might get it
and if they do, then you’re f-cked, when they know what’s up
you might start seeing public servants dressed as little punks
no tie, no suit, they just looking for some truth
campaign funds came from hacked atm booths
talking gr-ss roots, man they talking run and shoot
i just sit back and figure out what the f-ck to do
and of course i want the loot, everyone should have the freedom first
tryna find a balance between callous and liberal bleeding jerk
one hand in my pocket, one fist in the air
white guy from the suburbs like i probably shouldn’t care
but f-ck this establishment, i really ain’t having it
manipulate like machiavelli until i’m grabbing it

[verse 2]
me too tom
shift gears, 6th gear, mash it till i get there
illadelphia state of mind until i get my head clear
dmv stand up, baltimore and what
the politics of everything suck, so just man up
don’t know what to stand for at least i’m still upright
even those on the down low can be uptight
not me, i’m me, b-lls in my hand
when i’m spitting ’cause my potency’s stronger than any man’s
and i’m never laying down, feet are not in the sand
only vacations we get are at the bottom of a gl-ss
top me off again, popping vodka for a tan
this fifth is like a time machine or a weekend in j-pan
line by line my rhymes revealing just what’s inside of me
nothing to be proud of but at least i get it outta me
how did he trick the doctor out of a lobotomy
whatever he’s got should probably be put inside a bottle please
fda approval then it fixes the economy
rationality becomes the standard for the commonry
less bombings and a sharp decline in who’s in poverty
suddenly the n0bel peace prize goes to a rhymer like bang!

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