Trudging the bullshit, everyday bored
Mediocre's the norm, so the benches stay warm
We the star players that the galaxy formed Light years from these radio waves
So well behaved when they need to conform, it aint sane Celebrating a game they ain't pulling the strings of
Now who emerge victorious holding the ring up?
Well yours truly, tell the fat lady to sing one
So operatic, on stage moving like the phantom
When I'm taking a stab at it, you can't fathom
Sweat, tears, years of dedication, paying dues adjusted for inflation
Patient, not idolizing a scarface
Another fictitious storyline with a hollywood face lift
No wonder everybody on that "fake it to make it"
Real talk in the face of the fake shit, take it