Verse Good Lord everybody's grown up and lost their minds Self absorbed masochistic fools tap dancing to earn their time I see you on the billboards you're dominating my TV Yeah and when I look across the crowds they're in every face I see Lady fame is made from glamour all her jewels every body can buy They're sold each an every day outshining the artistic eye We got model/actor/that dude that's on the scene Talkin oh so loud but ain't saying a God damn thing Chorus Each day these moronic waves come crashing into our homes Don't know how much more I can take well I guess it keeps me wonderin Am I better off Dead? Am I better off dead baby I know that I'm not but am i better off dead Verse I wake up each and every day pouring out my heart to you I just can't wait to present my thoughts from an auditory view My hearts a ball of fire providing flame for all y'all to breathe God damn y'all it's gettin hot just from all the moving feet But looking out across this crowd I know it could be much more Instead of creating a local craze you spend your nights behind closed doors Voyeuristic saturation is slowly corrupting our young minds The old days of thought filled rock yeah the Jukebox lost your dime chorus Each day these moronic waves come crashing into our homes I don't know how much more I can take Well I guess it keeps me wonderin Am I better off dead? Am I better off dead baby I know that I'm not Am I better off dead? Rap (G. Finesse) Yo K Hands on the clock keep spinnin A plan that never stops keeps livin A man that never stops stays drivin I just played the hand I was givin Music kept a brother out the state prison Had to change up my vision plus I aim with precision Wasn't happy with the way I was livin My homie had a bop in the streets and he couldn't take the heat So he should've kept his ass out the kitchen Substance created from hard livin This is higher science Elohim given Pocket tight like Sheila E with it Broken shackle now I'm feelin free with it Sweet 16 this shit hard like Eazy E spit it A brother hadn't eaten in a minute I'm tryin to love life and maybe stack bread Either that or I'm better off dead No sleep like I never had a bed Paranoia like I'm hunted by the feds uh Chorus Each day these moronic waves come crashing into our homes Don't know how much more I can take Well I guess it keeps me wonderin Am I better off dead? Am I better off dead baby I know that I'm not baby Am I better off Dead?