(Sam Boice verse) ... Because of us you ain't so murderous you burglars Either rhyme or find a reason Truth'll reach the surfaces Why are all the good journals trap with treacherous And why are the whispers mistaken as the worthless I close my eyes and take a sip and thank for existence Lot of flowers never get the smelling while their living Soil I've been handed planting giving back no dirt naps Just face facts like stats planted right up on your gla**es Them averages probably belong in jail cells Or wells like Bruce Wayne was born where he dwell And the Ivy's in the well and the raps fat as whales No beluga over there See they shooting over there for Reasons unknown in my zone over here So stay clear like a leer cleared for lift off over here Kick my shoes off and grab a beer Get my buzz on You either mistaken or wrong We don't care about your riches Go and write a song Or do something you f**ing bum Looking like a f**ing slug So its salt for the bugs All the for the love Bipolar with this sh** get the shoes off my rug I'm done