3 chords, blood, sweat no rewards
  Another minute goes down the drain
  Nobody seems to care anymore
  Or really listen to what we're saying
  Judge books by looks and fall for a cheap imitation
  See us we must abide by our labeled limitations
  They missed the X'd fists, jump kicks in nike
  There ain't even a pig pile pic or hc
  I guess in reality the biggest joke's on me
  Hey you, at the back of the longest line
  Just what did you have in mind?