I’m trying to give back, more than sarcasm and lust,nyou gotta know that this class, nain’t big enough for the both of us,nseems like you popular kids never learn,nyour tribals tattoos are different than these ciggarettes burns,njumping through hoops, full time to get medical carencause having coverage today is so rare,nI need to get better, they want bigger donations,nI’m sick of the weather,so i’m looking for locations,nbigger than one horse and smaller than hell,nand i’ll get there with nothing but a story to tell,nmy idols died by the bad timing of gunpowder,nso it’s ironic how much it’s provoked us to get louder,non sidewalks and train cars, packed bars,nand vocal booths, we’re looking for ideas and truth,nfor generation need a label, dying for a slogan, nglue has come together to fix what’s been broken.nnThe top’s a lonley place, nBut the stars always fall to the bottom,nI’m not leaving this city,nuntil there’s no doubt that i’ve got em,n nWe make hiphop so ya’ll could appreciate,nbut then remixed it, so rock kids can relate,nto using double pedals for hardcore screamers,nusing a resaaince type of demeanor, nwe caused mosh pits, cause head nods are boring,nwe burned down the house because we love to keep touring,nwe’ve got no where to live except in basement’s and hotels,nso the name of this song is sell sell sell,npriceless now just wait til the album gets older,nbut theme this time is coffee is for closers,nwe want the kids to follow and parents to understand,nthe difference beteween playing and bleeding for fansnIt’s not stress free, but i’ve got no one to impress,unless,nyou count humans, soldiers,martyrs, and activists,nthis is dedicated to the mission of change,nwe heard ya’ll were bored so we’ll try a different game,nnThe top’s a lonley place, repeatnBut the stars always fall to the bottom, repeatnI’m not leaving this city, repeatnuntil there’s no doubt that i’ve got em, repeatnnThis is for role models, fully clothed, drug free,ncold callers, with no budget or publicity,nin a city, where doors slam and cell phones die,nwhere 2 party systems share the same eyes,nwhere independent movie theatres keep you sane,non belmont and clark where angels heal brains,nblame the crowded streets for killing the individual,nwhere everyone looks fresh from a sex pistols video,nbut i stay, to get some work done,to quiet the doubtsnplay until my words are gone then find the scenic route,nwith 30 miles to the gallon keeping you balanced,nfrom 14 million hands grabbing your talents,nYou need a homebase, someplace to relax,nin the arms of medicine and fate’s perfect match,na confirmation of wasted years and torture gone,na new beginning of full lungs and nothing’s wrong,nnWe always talked, about white chalk and dark water, while nAnxious fathers tried, but neither of us ever bothered, nto alter our course, before the brick wall,nstole the roar from our mouths, and showed us how to dance,nwe always hurt but never enough to lose a chance,nwe dragged each others feet through the broken glass to advance andnmake something out of our broken selves,nwith dizzy spells hyperventalating in a paper bag hell,nYou destroyed me for the sake of rebuilding,nsqueezing my thoughts while the skin was peeling,nrevealing the new breed of nice guy, so appealing,nno man made, obstacle, can keep me quiet,ni’d rather kill the pilot and crash into a giant,ni took care of that in a past life, but now the future is worth itnthe drugs will balance out but cant make me perfect nforget being nervous, your job is be steady, nyou taste the posion, i’ll find a remedy, nand mention me, when god wants revenge and names,ni’ll be waiting with slingshot rock and good aimnnso lick a shot because the bullet tastes good,nbandage the wound because the blood is see through,nnand no no no one can see how much you suffer n