I’m neither narc, cadet, nor congressman.
I just do what it takes to keep my wallet filled,
whether that means tellin’ kids to stop arguin’
or sneaking up behind a man and robbin’ him
hobblin’ him
and for what?
So I can stay up all night and never get nowhere?
So I can write a bunch a shit
and never send it in because I’m scared?
Fuck that, I’m over fear,
the overbearing weight
that keeps us stuck on this dyin’ sphere,
We’re dyin’ here,
Whether or not we know it, man,
We’re dyin’ here,
And no one seems to get that the goal was always to get out,
Beyond the clouds, beyond the shroud
of a black night, the screams so loud
of dyin’ stars, callin’ far,
far off to us, “Your time’s tomorr.”

And how the fuck you gonna cut funds from NASA?
Don’t we all look up each night
wonderin’ what comes after
this life on Earth? Hell, it might be rebirth,
but I don’t know and I don’t care;
I just want us to get up there,
and not just say we did.
What about this Mars mission?
Another lie they feed the kids,
Like “drugs are bad.”
Drugs are bad, oh so bad.
Why? Because they kill people?
So time is bad too, then?
Then, where’s the war on watches?
Always knew this rearranging crime
was a fucking waste of time,
and now I see the synecdoche,
the part as the whole, our fear of getting old.

We see it in people, but we can’t see it in society,
The need to leave a legacy,
Like it matters that we were attached to it,
A Declaration with a bunch of cursive names on it.
You think it’d matter if we rearranged the latter,
told the kids that Hancock was the man,
that we made up Franklin and Jefferson,
you think it’d make a difference?
Shit, I don’t. I think it makes things worse,
A bunch of kids growing up feeling cursed
Because we celebrate the individual
Instead of the collective.
That’s why we got two million countrymen
livin’ in corrective.

They want to shine, want to be different,
So they shoot, steal, and act distant,
Like they’re above it all, because we teach them to be.
We let them think it’s okay to say,
“What applies to him don’t apply to me.”
Not to say that everyone ain’t special.
Baby, you are special,
but you’re part of something more
and you can’t even see it.
It’s so much bigger than you, and you can even feel it
when you walk down an aisle
bitin’ on your cheek and trying to hold your smile
through the tears, and here comes that word again, fear.
You’re scared to stop being you and start being we.

We seem to think that marriage
can only be between woman and man,
but that shit’s changing.
Eventually, people will see that marriage
is between all of us; I know it’s a strange thing,
But it’s true. Like I said before,
this thing is bigger than just me and you.
So much bigger than just me and you.