Half-baked answers spread to the masses
Thick as crude, honey and molasses
Barn storming, wedding crashing, party pooping
Every time I go online
Eavesdroppers f*ing snooping
Pot bellies selling jellies
Elixir mixing, hawking smellies
Wham bam, thank you, d4mn!
Popping, snorting, poking, sniffing
From Gastown to
To Pakistan
Heading home thru YVR
Border guards made me a star
Up and at 'em, 5 am
Killed the general
While still in bed
Fingers crossed for income tax
Low threshold, come save my a$$
Hoping and praying to Idunnowho
"No cracking a hundred on my run for food!"
Generation Squeeze has been pushed to their knees
By dollar lickers f*ing who'ever they please
They've pulled us apart, homies and blood
We're next in line to be scattered
By a flood
I never signed up for any of this sh!t
But I won't be a victim
Throttled by its grip
I got a team or at least I'm building one
"Every man for himself" is effing dumber than dumb
Never die alone, never fight alone
Grab a hand while you can and
Motor on
Clear the air by fist and wits
Dance around your opponents
While the shoe still fits
And last but not least, be at peace
Though bombs go off and hackers reach
Do what you can when you can
And never bow down
Boot kissing mode
To the GD Man
~ Gunnar Våken
