[Hook] {x2} I worry about the world that we live in I'm worried by all the confusion I wonder about the lies I'm believing I wonder where this sadness is leading
[Verse 2: Apathy] You can't call it a comeback, I never stopped, could've went pop I got signed, never got dropped, shit would've flopped They want a frat boy and that boy is not so hot If this is how it's gonna be I say, "fuck hip hop" Artist feed record labels so they basically pimping Like slaves build pyramids for ancient Egyptians Work harder, work faster or you getting a whipping They black list the Ap' but Ap keeps spitting I'm an energizer battery, Apathy keeps ticking And kicking and scratching and smashing this rapping I'm living Like it's the end world in a matter of seconds It's December 31st, 2011 Get the reverend, get the preacher, get a soldier, get a teacher Turn my rap up in your speakers and then follow the leader I'm cool as my flows in that Winter time song Looking at this industry and wonder if I belong
[Hook]
[Scratching] "I just can't take it, I ask myself, "How will I make it?"