Rachel Claudio - Eleanor Rigby lyrics

I look at all the lonely people Not slave to money, not slave to ego Don't make me superior, makes me free, though I look at all the lonely people Not slave to money Not slave to ego Don't make me superior Makes me free, though It don't change the game It dissipates it I don't hate the game I just deflate it You evidence the extent of your pain By giving all your power to what you obtain There's disaray You don't gain from or outgrow Your ingrained urge to call a human 'a ho' And if it is what it is, the implication is hard Enslaved by your rage and your Mastercard I'm thinking y'all think everything is fantastic Young minds raped by a product plastic The battle bombastic and based on lack The dung beatle feeds on this lyrical crap I wouldn't have spat for 65 million rupees That's why Gandhi's my favorite emcee... I look at all the lonely people All the lonely people... ... they all come from?