Friday, 5 November 2010

Chosen Song

Lyrics Born - Stop Complaining (Morcheeba Remix)

Now how many songs do you figure that I've written
Since I originally started making records in this business
Back beginning in college and it's been a menace since then
But the principal challenge, it ain't really that different

It's about me not repeating myself at all
Or at least repeating myself the least amount possible
The reason being is that we need some songs
That lead us off the beaten path between my rhymes

But now listen though, it's difficult now a-days
To really go against the grain, get you some accolades
Especially with these frigid, finicky, fickle-ass motherfuckers
Think they finally figured you out, the fake-ass fuck

Stop complaining, stop
I know, it's just that certain shit pisses me off
What am I gonna do? I mean

Man, fuck that shit, I pay my taxes when I'm asked to
I'm not enthusiastic about it but shit, I make it happen
Yeah, it's last minute, but goddammit they cash it
This is fiscal harassment, they keep touching my assets

Now I imagine I might be feeling different about it
If it was given outright, witness it helping somebody
But it just so happens in life, the school district's too crowded
There ain't no teachers in sight, that's why the kids are so rowdy

I just imagine some asshole with glasses on, up at the capital
One of a thousand pawns packed in an office
Cramped up like animals
Pictures of his sister, his mixture Lhasa Apso poodle
His 2.6 kids, the missus thumb-tacked to his cubicle

So damned detached from the average man's planet
He can't fathom
That he can ever be anything other than stats, fat and taxable
He's getting his usual, ritual 2 o'clock cup of noodles on
Fucking you with your W-2 with his John Denver music on

Stop complaining, stop
(I know, ladies, it's just)
(I'm trying, I'm really trying)
Stop complaining, stop
(Yeah, I know it does get addictive)
(But look what they sayin' about me)

Is he a role model we can all follow full throttle
So we don't bother having to create our own model
That we go by a fall guy I can hold accountable
'Cause I don't want to hold the bottle for my own child

Is it really my place to raise little Billy
When Hilly and William should be building
With him in the living room
Instead of bailing on him and alienating him
Basically failing him
Sending him sailing on a mission to oblivion

Then, inevitably on his day in court and Billy ain't to blame
The bailiff asks him to raise his arm and say his name in court
Of course his parents ain't in court, they play it off
Saying it ain't his fault
Blame it on Asian Born or his favorite artist
Beg your pardon?

Now, I do admit that in the music business
People do and say some really stupid shit
Kids are zooming in and using what we do and say
I can see how you can say, do not abuse your influence

But to all the Hillaries and the Williams of the new millennium
If you really aren't feeling like living with the children
Will be a fulfilling experience
Or something you envision yourself willingly
And unconditionally committed to from the beginning

Maybe you shouldn't be bumping uglies
From the giddy up anyway, dummies

Stop complaining, stop
(Well, for now)
(Man, you stop complaining)

Stop complaining, stop
(What? I, whatever)
Stop complaining, stop

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