O'hene Savant - I Turn The TV On lyrics

Verse 1: I turn the TV on Lookin' at Mike and man I can't believe he gone I was having such a good day Was ‘bout to write in my book Say a few good things about the hood aye So much for that though, too many channels I'm tryna run away from this image but I can't though They show his face and the date that he came With a dash and a date and his name What a shame as I stare at the gla** As somebody who lived inside they say he pa**ed A heart attack? C'mon, that's all he had? Cats fly on the tube, they can bring the artist back What's up with these sad looks, man I don't feel right Man you would swear this TV was real life In real life the real Mike is still alive But when the TV's on they say he died, why? Chorus: I turn the TV on and now I'm stressed out Turned a good day to a mess now I turn the TV on and now I'm feeling low Tryna forget but it's difficult I turn the TV on and here we go again Another gone in the blowin' wind When I turn the TV on it's so hard Every time I turn the TV on Verse 2: I turn the TV on, now they tellin' me we in a depression They say the consumers don't wanna buy If you was to wonder why, my first guess everybody is stressin' Economy threatened by gluttony, greed and the companies All this I see on TV and the luxury Of my own home and the screen keeps buggin' me I just wanna scream at the screen here in front of me And yet some of me fights ‘cause I wanna see Standin' up like I'm out man I'm gonna leave I oughta leave, it's hauntin' me, tauntin' me This inanimate object as strong as me Man I got songs to write, books to read yo I can't be spendin' my night lookin' at Tivo My ego ain't enough tonight ‘cause even though I got stuff to write I turn the TV on Chorus: I turn the TV on and now I'm stressed out Turned a good day to a mess now I turn the TV on and now I'm feeling low Tryna forget but it's difficult I turn the TV on and here we go again Another gone in the blowin' wind When I turn the TV on it's so hard Every time I turn the TV on Verse 3: I turn the TV on and can't believe these songs that I be hearin' It's not in sync with other channels ‘cause everyone is glad so If things ain't all good you'd swear it Same old videos, so called singers that can't sing Rappers that can't rap, he pourin' out champagne I try to remind myself that they're not real ‘cause in the real world, entertainers got sk** It's so stupid I mute it, I can't fast forward But I'm the one that turned it on, I asked for it Now I'm upset once again with this window But this time I'm leaving and picking up the pen though I write a song on the way the television works Had me mad or depressed each different verse I hear the words, that's a easy song But first I gotta turn the TV off