I got a rhyme for the users, those they call losersnThose that got bruises, those they call uselessnBlown they last fuses, fooled but not foolish!nnI got a rhyme for the homeless, homes that's cold hopelessnStoned and still dopeless, broke like the brokestnHigh and still potent, feel like the dopestnStraight from the dirt and hurt but still focusednnOopsy-daisy, they call him lazynAmazin crazy, slave wages pays theenOften tossed in, coughed off exhaustionnNow here comes distortion!nnNow here comes distortionnNow here comes distortionnNow here comes distortionnnGirls gone wildin, and profilinn14 but seen on the IslandnOut for her mans and, they got plans innThree years left with plans for a mansionnCredit card criminal, he got a minimumnBut when he's out he's paid like nine, ten of 'emnShe got a kid now, he wants abortionnNow here comes distortion!nnNow here comes distortionnNow here comes distortionnNow here comes distortionnnDistortion!