When my dad was 25   He had a house and 2.5   And our city was still growing    And they had no way of knowing that this   Place would turn to shit   And they'd have to hand it to their kids   Enter this 25 year old me   Whose eyes still have yet to see      What's to gain   From minimum wage productivity   Except for learning to barely survive   Getting used to scraping by   So what's it like to not be broke?   Where'd the money go?   Don't ask me cause I don't know.      So where'd the money go?   Well don't ask me cause I don't know   But the old regime is living well   And I'm running out of things to "sellout"    To "get ahead" you have to fuck somebody hard   Or you compromise your spirit   Or you commercialize you art   And if you only live for cash   Well then you can kiss my ass   Because you are the problem here   Am I making myself clear?