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?