Elemental Zazen - Don't Front lyrics

Run quick you slip don't get a fix In the rat race ambition What they're wishing to get Minimalists ride the sideline Scribble and b**h Pray to a riddle till we fizzle out Brittle as brick Stick and move Just to prove that the middle exists While they choose to argue Bout who has the littlest dick Stuck to the news with a noose And some riddlin sick Of the excuse But too confused to be committed to sh** Flip to magazines and scenes that seem serene Breed routines till everyone feeds on the machine Tie your self esteem to the obscene extreme Drink to achieved dreams Never knowing what themes mean So you scream to your idols, image obsessed Dressed to the x without a complex confessed A direct contradiction but the truth they neglect Because the ones that claim freedom Have the chains supressed Yet from wise men to widowers Individuals filling us With subliminal messages that's k**ing us Really just making followers out of the villagers Grilling us with ice till it flows from all cylinders Finished and hollow tomorrow inside a bottle Drink every drop Hop behind the wheel hit the throttle The motto make sure every last pill is swallowed Wallow in thick sorrow till you hit the lotto Don't front You know we got what you want What you need Priced to bleed Every dollar from your gripes and needs You can't cover up your faults With your nicest weave The modern man Twenty minutes fix-ing The pants he'll never fit-in Brush-ing his hair behind the ears That never list-en Think-ing a better brand of shirt Could be what's mis-sing Remini-scing on the gear That he was dipped-in Back in high school When the girls that he was kiss-ing We're ones that he was wish-ing And they did all the pick-ing Biological clocks are tick-ing Mix-ing those inner fears with years of inner b**hing You're steady diss-ing inside your gla** house Pa**ed out in denial of your masked doubt Wondering why you lash out when the facts out Slowly becoming everything you get so mad about Figure it out, don't be so jealous of their luck Can't pay your rent Cause of a hundred fifty dollar haircut Wearing jeans with torn seams? Let's compare ruts Face it you're the same square that you're scared of And inside you know that you can't hide it An appearance decided by tips misguided Turning to your parents pockets to provide it Hiding till the inherent splits collided The lie is that you never ever try to hard No matter the money spent You cannot buy their scars And the truth is something You cannot escape from Even if it's covered in the gloss Of the people that you take from Don't front You know we got what you want What you need Priced to bleed Every dollar from your gripes and needs You can't cover up your faults With your nicest weave