E-Dubble - Tired lyrics

I'm tired of srewin' up, tired of goin' down
Tired of myself tired of this town

Small pond, big pond
The fish are the only difference
City outta harmony lingering
On the dissonance
Fisherman, wrapping up citizens with
Their fishing nets sometimes chemical
Some plain old imprisonment
Dissidents laughing at themselves as if
They had a voice
Acting like technology really gives
Them a better choice
Protect our borders as we
Stack up our elitism
Defeatism is what we pretend that
We keep believin' in
I'm straddling both lines
The quietest re-volt
Politicians fake like they
Caring that we-vote legalese ver-bose
Cause if it's plain english
Then us add, ritalin
Riddled children might get it
And if they do, then your fucked
When they know what's up
You might start seeing public servants
Dressed as little punks no tie
No suit they just lookin for some truth
Campaign funds came from hacked ATM booths
Talkin' grass roots
Man they talkin' run and shoot
I just sit back and figure out
What the fuck to do
And of course I want the loot but
Everyone should have the freedom first
Tryna find a balance between callous
And liberal bleeding jerk
One hand in my pocket, one fist in the air
White guy from the suburbs like
I probably shouldn't care
But fuck this establishment
I really ain't havin it
Manipulate like machiavelli until
I'm grabbin it

I feel summer creepin' in and I
I'm tired of this town

Me too Tom shift gears, 6th gear
Mash it until I get there
Illadelphia state of mind until I
Get my head clear
DMV stand up, Baltimore and what
The politics of everything suck
So just man up don't know what to stand for
At least I'm still upright
Even those on the down low can be uptight
Not me, I'm me, balls in my hand
When I'm spittin' cause my potency's
Stronger than any mans
And I'm never laying down
My feet are not in the sand
Only vacations we get are at
The bottom of a glass
Top me off again, poppin' vodka for a tan
This fifth is like a time machine
Or a weekend in japan
Line by line my rhymes revealin'
Just what's inside of me
Nothing to be proud of but at
Least I get it outta me how did he
Trick the doctor out of a lobotomy
Whatever he's got should probably be
Put inside a bottle please
FDA approval then it fixes the economy
Rationality becomes the standard
For the commonry
Less bombings and a sharp decline
In whose in poverty
Suddenly the nobel peace prize goes
To a rhymer like Bang!