Sticks

We use to count

On the trashbag ounce

Sticks sticking out

Now we dont gotta do no pickin out

We just claw at the jar till we think we out

So tragic but that never happen

Dead end music you get no traffic

Only thing worse than to hear you rappin

Is to listen to the sound of a stale wood crackin

See the seshcrown and the peasants get dashin'

We make racket, they book it like Scholastic

Never met passion, you don't know action

Never heard of doin' shit just cause you have to

Never took steps, you know me, I'm glad to be

Never on stage, you forever in the rafters

I'ma show you ways you can do it, no askin'

Reachin' for favors that you never had to

I can show you things, there's a hundred million ways to be the one

But you gotta do it your own way

I can show you things, there's a hundred million ways to be the one

But you gotta do it your own way