[Verse] (00:37) Unh... the world stops for no man/ Couldn't give a hand-out with a closed hand/ Heavy Metal, Dance, Treble-Ba**/ Either everybody's sour or all selfies got a duckface/ Love ain't hard to find, it's just nobody to trust today/ These kind of bars come with a Richter scale/ 'Cuz it ain't no tellin' when the Earth'll start to fail/ It ain't no tellin' if the Mayans' prophecy might prevail/ It ain't no tellin' what the government might unveil/ The next plan in the series is to collect the collateral/ Even the sides out the long way; longitude-lattitude/ It's just only a matter of words being spoken/ From the executive end of the powers, no jokin'/ But we as a people only see that envy/ "He got more than me", or "She ain't that pretty"/ God-willin', I see a darker, dimmer future/ Movin' that dope won't get you to be Tony Montana/ Y'all supportin' Rebecca Black and Hannah Montana/ In for the long haul, need to practice those sk**s to suture/ The wounds left from indignity, slavery///////////// //////////////// ////////////////