I'm kissing your million dollar grin
  You're knocking and I'm gonna let you in
  I'm basking in charisma when your gesture commands
  I'm shaking your over-shaken hand
    So when will the faces of the people we all see
  Above the headlines resemble somebody like me?
  His collar's whiter than his skin like predesecors past
  He got no check on the ballot I cast
    Debating on nothing good for us
  It's over, who needs your fuckin' trust
  I'm asking for charisma and I see you're like the rest
  Telling me to fuck off; who'd ever guess?
    Here's smoke up your ass