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?