This is a song about "Indentured servitude"

They vaguely decipher my language

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

We packed together like slaves, simple as nursery rhymes,

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

No i don't give a fuck, detention won't change that

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

I killed the new generation, teacher should of left me in detention,

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

But everybody’s self-made carved their own names

Break away we’re still slaves to the game scorching in flames,

Chained as my slaves, my die hard fans

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

We modernistic slaves that think we've been freed