The only cribs that we should care for   Are the ones that we are here for   The ones belonging to our children   That do that we do, scar from our wounds      The only cribs that make a difference   Where the magic really happens   Don't come with a Mercedes Benz   Or a wide screen showing nothing   Showing nothing...      I'm sick of home control devices   Sick of sickening home designers   Sick of drugs and gold and strip poles   Sick of homies, sick of poses      Despite the nodding staff that serves you   Despite your name on clothes and perfume   Despite the way the press observes you   You're just people...      Successful people   Dressed up people   Smiling people   Famous people   Red carpet people   Wealthy people   Important people   But still just people      So fuck the million dollar kitchen   Fuck the Al Pacino posters   Fuck the drugs, the gold, the strip poles   Fuck the homies, fuck the poses   Fuck the walls they build around them   Fuck the bedroom magic nonsense   I don't want to hear their voices   As long as they vote with their wallets      Fuck the silly "throw you out" joke   Fuck the framed cigar DeNiro smoked   Fuck their lack of originality and personality   Fuck this travesty   Fuck this new norm   Fuck conformity   Fuck their Kristal   Fuck their sordity   Fuck the way they fuck equality   Fuck their freebie gear   Fuck the ones they wear   You're just people...      Successful people   Dressed up people   Smiling people   Famous people   Red carpet people   Wealthy people   Important people   But still just people      Messed up people   Shallow people   Stupid people   Plastic people   Meta people   Theta people   Therapyople   Entropiople      Oh, fuck the ones they wear   I'm cribcaged   Cribcaged      The only cribs that we should care for   Are the ones that we are here for   The ones belonging to our children   That do what we do, scar from our wounds