Taz Taylor - Pop Goes Culture lyrics

Hook: Atmosphere inflated with hatred and hurtful words Fearful minds debating how to shake the undisturbed Tearful eyes conveying basic needs gone un-served All while a child suffers beatings undeserved No love for the socially awkward No love for the different No love for the one that goes against the grain You've got to fit in with them No love if money ain't your biggest care Try your own way, they'll insult ya But if love isn't in the air Then “pop” goes culture Verse 1: The element of fear occurred regularly In my elementary years, I learned early That I could never be cool, I wasn't worthy Every day at school I battled insecurity They called me small fry and my smile wasn't pearly Never had an incident with sticks and stones But man, those kids' words hurt me Came home one week around 2:30 Just balling my eyes out A kid saw my teeth and came right up to me Askin' if I had rocks in my mouth See, when I was little, I accidentally tripped My top-front row of teeth Left, right, and middle, I smashed half of it Then my new enamel was chipped And this kid was laughin' at it Unaware that lookin' back, it'd be that traumatic But the fact is I'm past it No matter how emphatic, to stay mad at it Is to stay static And that's straight counter-productive When you have dreams to be creatively constructive Every obstruction is instructive But you gotta decide to rise amongst it Cause there is a war going on Between love and fear And it's easy to be torn between Rising above and layin' low while we're here But just to make things clear If you're too afraid to change, then you're part of the problem Pop goes culture without the clean air Of love filling up the globe, keepin' it revolvin' Hook: Atmosphere inflated with hatred and hurtful words Fearful minds debating how to shake the undisturbed Tearful eyes conveying basic needs gone un-served All while a child suffers beatings undeserved No love for the socially awkward No love for the different No love for the one that goes against the grain You've got to fit in with them No love if money ain't your biggest care Try your own way, they'll insult ya But if love isn't in the air Then “pop” goes culture Verse 2: High school, I'm done Felt diseased by this fearful virus The way it's ruled and run I felt the need to speed to my highest Short cuts to start the long healing process My heart was cut by losses Its beat was beat by the biased lies they toss us Whatever they taught us or taught me Were thoughts from a copy And copies of copies get awfully sloppy Tried to stay original like floppy disks But their dark cloud stopped me quick I quit living with even a little bit of wit Only given credit for a quip If it was written in a little limerick And given a letter grade they picked So strict, no wonder I would fake sick Face it, music is a type of intelligence But they don't face the music They abuse it with negligence Hierarchy of subjects Your favorite is irrelevant Unless it is relevant to whatever these selfish systems need Gathering wealth, sifting us like wheat Steam-rolling self-esteem Seems to be the theme Instead of selfless dreams Walk into any school, and you can hear the harsh comments Lack of love and wisdom, open mouths imparting nonsense And to the one that gives some, all that's given back Is a laugh and a turn of the head Man, that's a heart without real contents Hook: Atmosphere inflated with hatred and hurtful words Fearful minds debating how to shake the undisturbed Tearful eyes conveying basic needs gone un-served All while a child suffers beatings undeserved No love for the socially awkward No love for the different No love for the one that goes against the grain You've got to fit in with them No love if money ain't your biggest care Try your own way, they'll insult ya But if love isn't in the air Then “pop” goes culture