Code Poets - Control Myself lyrics

[Off Topic:] Very slick ma**-produced conversion thinkers Turn young fresh faces to binge drinkers While brick buildings linger Listen close and I could be your favorite pop singer Change the whole landscape Create hip-hop dead ringers Wanna shoot lots of people but I can't Got a gun in both hands Well, maybe I can If I duck the black and white, blue, red light sedan And watch bodies sink into the Jersey marshlands Wanna punch, wanna fight, but I won't I can barely pay car insurance in the Garden State Or my cell phone A rap sheet with a pink slip is an outfit that I don't wanna rock To the unemployment office or the pawn shop I tried that Squirrel guns and bears traps Such is life for blue-collar white lower-middle-cla** In a pop culture that sees more dollars than mom's culture How can I walk taller like that movie says I oughta? Paint billboards with blood on middle finger from slit wrist With nine-digit back-up So code-crack this Walked eight green miles to The Emerald City 'Cause a yellow brick gold road won't tempt me I'm not trendy [Phase Fate:] I don't believe in karma and I don't believe in hell And I'm finding it harder and harder to control myself I don't believe in karma and I don't believe in hell And I'm finding it harder and harder to control myself I don't believe in karma and I don't believe in hell And I'm finding it harder and harder to control myself I don't believe in karma and I don't believe in hell And I'm having a hard time [Off Topic:] Look at the ballerina jumping hoops through her halo They say she's a real nice girl, but what do they know? See the ballerina jumping hoops through her halo She's tired but she keeps on going 'cause they say so Dance with the devil in pale moonlight sentences Never die, regenerate fresh appendages Who am I? That's Off Topic Yeah, remember it One child left behind Rewind the messages [Off Topic:] This is a real mindf**er for the grown men Who rap about nothing hoping the kids will be like them This is a real mindf**er for the soccer moms Who think they know best because their kids were taught to sing along This is a real mindf**er for the college kids Who memorized a bunch of quotes and pa**ed it off as knowledge This is a real mindf**er for the old heads Who talk in absolutes because they know they're gonna be dead This is a real mindf**er for the civilized pacifist Who never lets his anger manifest This is a real mindf**er for the rebel youth Whose hearing is fine-tuned to listen for vocal booths This is a real mindf**er for the bible belt Don't be surprised when they use that sh** to hang themselves This is a real mindf**er for the DJ Who puts my record on and has to let the whole thing play