Guys, all you are good at is scolding a cop, Yes, some of your statements have meaning, indeed, But words with no reasons won't get you on top, You're giving your fellows a casual feed Of rhyming curse words that you cast out loud, So over-inflated and false-emphasized, You try to be brusque, and you merge with the crowd, Your ego is stained by the fact you are biased. You crave for a rebel, so get it all planned, Clean out the dump in your mind for a start! Use word as a weapon when perfectly penned, Withdrawn from the ultimate depth of your heart. Guys, all you are good at is scolding a cop, As they are subdued by the careless chief For dubious joys of a desperate job. They've sold their true and most cherished beliefs. But what you are doing is always the same, You're telling them what they are waiting to hear. You know they quote you, you choke on your fame, You don't even care if it sounds sincere. You crave for a rebel, so get it all planned, Clean out the dump in your mind for a start! Use word as a weapon when perfectly penned, Withdrawn from the ultimate depth of your heart. The crowds keep rocking, applauding, exclaiming, Quoting your words, lacking ones of their own, If being a poet is what you are claiming, Declare what really needs to be known! You crave for a rebel, so get it all planned, Clean out the dump in your mind for a start! Use word as a weapon when perfectly penned, Withdrawn from the ultimate depth of your heart.
