Cribcaged

The only cribs that we should care for
Are the ones that we are here for
Ones belonging to my children
That do what we do, scar from our wounds

The only cribs that make a difference
Where the magic really happens
Don't come with a mercy dispense
Holy white screen
Showing nothing
Showing nothing

I'm sick of home control devices
Sick of sickening home designers
Sick the drugs that goes to street poles
Sick of homies, sick of posters

Despite the nodding staff that serves you
Despite the name on the clothes and perfume
Despite the way that press observes you

You're just people
You're just people
You're just people
You're just people
Successful people
Dressed-up people
Smiling people
Fameless people
Velvet people
Wealthy people
Important people
But still just people

So fuck the million dollar kitchen
Fuck the Al-Pacino posters
Fuck the drugs that goes to street pole
Fuck the homies, fuck the posters
Fuck the walls they build around them
Fuck the bedroom magic nonsense
I don't want to hear their voices
As long as they've fought with their wallets

Fuck the silly ?????
Fuck the francy ?????
Fuck their lack of a rich melody
Personality, Fuck this travesty
Fuck this new york, fucked up fomine
Fuck their quizdom, fuck their shortening
Fuck the way they fuck equality
Fuck their freeing in
Fuck the once dead way
You're just people

You're just people
Successful people
Dressed-up people
Smiling people
Fameless people
Recorded people
Wealthy people
Important people
But still just people
Messed up people
Shallow people
Stupid people
Plastic people
Maniac people
Federal people
Failed people
Natural people

Fuck the once repaired
I'm cribcaged, cribcaged

The only cribs that should care for
Are the ones that we are here for
Ones belonging to my children
That do what we do, scar from our wounds...

(Some of the words may not be right)