Even when bent I'm not so certain about my feelings on being content Human nature killing the world it all makes sense A mic that's quick to condense But i still wanna jump the fence Increase quality even further Stress got me burning like incense Intense flows commence, the lows i resent I know that to be 100 percent satisfied I got buckley's, i watch the old and grumpy, on the pension Wishing when thеy was younger they'd made morе money It's sunny but ya whine about the glare Making stacks but ya complain about the the bus fare I'm wondering when and where i'll feel total relaxation Tossed and turned last night combined with masturbation Sick of waiting, not relating to the rhymes ya kick I used to be extremely skinny, till my gut got thick All due to laziness and becoming unfit Appearing clear till i examine that hidden zit So my esteem sinks, and i feel the pits I should a just left it alone And entered the content zone Not happy around crowds But still not entirely comfortable all alone At least not for two many days on end So i phone a friend You know i'm known to blend like army camouflage The unsatisfied thoughts damage and leave scars So are ya content with who you are ? (chorus x 4) I wanna feel contempt, feel contempt Looking to feel fulfilled and content As i march along my path I never seem entirely satisfied with a chain of events In stress and worries i'm drenched And i can't get rid of this overpowering stench My fists clenched in frustration I add a little too many lines now i've ruined my illustration Ya should shut ya mouth But ya blurted out the important information Amongst the conversation My dedication leaves me searching for more And when i find it, my face will shine like a polished floor Inactive time spent results in a bore What ya in it for. to explore peoples thought patterns Through transmitted messages.. labelled rappin The worlds snappin under our pressure Because we always wanna make sh*t bigger and better But is it really that..ya best to seek the facts Because were all headed up the wrong track And the lack of ability to be in content will see us crash With more impact than deep if it wasn't for those nightmares I guess i could say i feel relaxed Satisfied and content when asleep (chorus x 4) They say build build build When they killed killed killed Drilled drilled drilled i'm far from being thrilled About the way i came about, i wish they took a new route When will we ever figure it out.. runnin our mouths A self destructive society.. no doubt.. Before i'm out i want people to examine And imagine there actions side effects Make sure the garbos have recycled trash to collect Forget regret but make sure you have none The worlds will never be won From the day humans invented the gun Chaos begun and we head downhill But my sounds will make it back up We need to back up, as the world gets smacked up We all act up, with the force of a mack truck I'm a break through my walls Answer the calls, refuse to stall, well that would be nice And hopefully towards the end i'll be content with my life