1. |
Shooters
03:24
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Duck down, nobody moving
What can we do to keep the shooters
From shooting, what’s happening?
Duck down, nobody moving
What can we do to keep the shooters
From shooting, what’s happening?
Duck down, nobody moving
What can we do to keep the shooters
From shooting, what’s happening?
Duck down, nobody moving
What can we do to keep the shooters
From shooting, what’s happening?
I saw a shooter on the TV
And he looked just like me
White like me, blue eyes like me
A guy like me
It almost always is
Guess I’d be the type
To kill women and kids
If I had a worse family life
And psychosis
Autism, narcissism
Another diagnosis
Access to weapons
And the training to use them
If I hadn’t clicked stop
On the autoplay YouTube links
Even still I think
I understand entitlement
Everything is organized
To benefit me
And if it never did
I’d feel violent
Probably start rioting
Like, just to remind you I exist
Duck down, nobody moving
What can we do to keep the shooters
From shooting, what’s happening?
Duck down, nobody moving
What can we do to keep the shooters
From shooting, what’s happening?
I am no lone wolf
I am a sheep
Put me in the pen and I’ll bleat
Shoot me in the head and I’ll bleed
Everybody’s got a
Need to be seen
A need to be accommodated
And welcomed in, as if
We could stop a killer
By just being their friend
If we spell their name right
On their Starbucks blend
If we empathize and try hard
To comprehend or provide
All the incels with girlfriends
Cause then they’d be happy, right?
That was sarcastic, the kind
Of solution that ends
With your friends in the casket
Each small kindness
Like a flower on the grave
Emotional labour, alone
Will not save you
Duck down, nobody moving
What can we do to keep the shooters
From shooting, what’s happening?
Duck down, nobody moving
What can we do to keep the shooters
From shooting, what’s happening?
Duck down, nobody moving
What can we do to keep the shooters
From shooting, what’s happening?
Duck down, nobody moving
What can we do to keep the shooters
From shooting, what’s happening?
We have tried
To be nice so long
Isn’t it time to talk
About what’s really wrong?
We have tried
To be nice so long
Isn’t it time to talk
About what’s really wrong?
We have tried
To be nice so long
Isn’t it time to talk
About what’s really wrong?
We have tried
To be nice so long
Isn’t it time to talk
About what’s really wrong?
What’s really wrong
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2. |
I'm A Man
03:13
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My apartment’s not too messy
And my beard, I keep it trimmed
Hair’s cut when my girlfriend lets me
And I pay her parents rent
I got a lot of time to think
About my privilege and stuff
I worry that no matter
What I do it’s not enough
I’m a man, yes I am
You should never fully trust me, uh huh
I’m a man, yes I am
You should never fully trust me, uh huh
If I had some way to find them
I would get more diverse friends
But in Vancouver I haven’t
Made a new one since like 2010
I’ve got a job, it’s with the city
Where the bosses are so white
But yo, like, tell me where the protest’s at
I’ll try and find the time
I’m a man, yes I am
You should never fully trust me, uh huh
I’m a man, yes I am
You should never fully trust me, uh huh
I’m a man, yes I am
You should never fully trust me, uh huh
I’m a man, yes I am
You should never fully trust me, uh huh
I spend all day online deciding
Which posts I should like
Hoping that that will send a signal
There are worse people alive
It makes me sad when you
Assume I’ve never had to try, oh dang
I’m centering myself aren’t I?
I should just step aside
I’m a man, yes I am
You should never fully trust me, uh huh
I’m a man, yes I am
You should never fully trust me, uh huh
I’m a man, yes I am
You should never fully trust me
I’m a man, yes I am
You should never fully trust me
I’m a man, yes I am
You should never fully trust me
I’m a man, yes I am
You should never fully trust me, uh huh
I’m a man, yes I am
You should never fully trust me
I’m a man, yes I am
You should never fully trust me
I’m a man, yes I am
You should never fully trust me
I’m a man, yes I am
You should never fully trust me, uh huh
I’m a man, yes I am
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3. |
High T
03:32
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I’ve got a parasite
Living in my brain
Promising me pleasure
But it only brings pain
You do you do
You don't know what it’s like
To have such a
Dirty mind
I'm sorry, I hate it, but
I pictured you naked
I’ve got no religion
To help with these cravings
Some days feel like faking
I'm acting like your friend
While secretly imagining
Myself inside your bed
It’s hard to keep it in my head
With all these whispers
I feel like I deserve a prize
Every time I resist them
This isn't personal
But yes it is explicit
I'm hoping and I'm praying
That you'll understand the difference
It's not about you, no
It's more like a reflex
And my major defect
Is picturing cheap sex
Got no lack of respect
Except in my mind, where
"I think about the girl
All the time," there
Blame it on high T
Blame it on high stress
Blame it on that dress
Blame it on that chest
Don’t blame it on me
Don’t blame it on me
Don’t blame it on me
Don’t blame it on me
Blame it on high T
Blame it on high stress
Blame it on that dress
Blame it on that chest
Don’t blame it on me
Don’t blame it on me
Don’t blame it on me
Don’t blame it on me
Notching a bedpost
Who’s getting head most?
Trying to keep up
With my friends’ boasts
Trying to get close
Just to improve my stats
Friends are joking
‘Cause they think she’s fat
“Go forth my son”
Where’d this come from
And who drove it?
It’s culture, just cloaked in hormones
Telling you a whore moans
Cause she enjoys it
Perpetuating rape myths
Pumping the poison
Turning the normal expression
Of sex into sexism
Damsel in distress
Is a misogynistic mess
The volcano that we made
And blessed, it needs victims
Who are we to question
That they’re women?
Blame it on high T
Blame it on high stress
Blame it on that dress
Blame it on that chest
Don’t blame it on me
Don’t blame it on me
Don’t blame it on me
Don’t blame it on me
Blame it on high T
Blame it on high stress
Blame it on that dress
Blame it on that chest
Don’t blame it on me
Don’t blame it on me
Don’t blame it on me
Don’t blame it on me
Blame it on high T
I heard that you liked me
Why would you act cold?
Your fingers are icy
Don’t blame it on me
Don’t blame it on me
Don’t blame it on me
Don’t blame it on me
Blame it on high T
I heard that you liked me
Why would you act cold?
Your fingers are icy
Don’t blame it on me
Don’t blame it on me
Don’t blame it on me
Don’t blame it on me
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4. |
Smiles Are Free
03:02
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Smiles are free, smiles are free
Smiles are free, ay!
Why don't you have another on me babe
Smiles are free, smiles are free
Smiles are free, ay!
Why don't you have another on me
Smiles are free, smiles are free
Smiles are free, ay!
Why don't you have another on me babe
Smiles are free, smiles are free
Smiles are free, ay!
Why don't you have another on me
West Jettitude
I'm never rude
I won't crack til I'm
Back in a better mood
You’d never know it
Cause I never show it
But I bring it home
Poison all the
People that I love the most
Pass it on like a
Game of telephone
Pay it forward
Like a bad penny
Teeth, eyes friendly
Just don't point out that it's fake
Don't make them check the tape
You know they've
Got a camera trained
Upon my face
Training up the A.I.
That's gonna replace me
Already making minimum
But they don't wanna pay me
Wouldn't you be happier
With 9 to 5 vacant?
Smiles are free
When income's basic
Smiles are free, smiles are free
Smiles are free, ay!
Why don't you have another on me babe
Smiles are free, smiles are free
Smiles are free, ay!
Why don't you have another on me
Call me unprofessional
Try and upset me
In the past I might have
Found that threatening
But I finally figured out
The part that you’re not getting
This is not my profession
This is not a
Professional job, either
Working from a script
Like I’m playing June Cleaver
High pressure
No commission on sales
Hope we make our targets
‘Fore the system fails, ha!
If there is a problem
I know I’ll be first to go
The hidden blessing is
I’ll also be the first to know
Already smelling gas
And making for the door
In the dark
I’ve got a ton of practice
Plus my teeth are sharp
Smiles are free, smiles are free
Smiles are free, ay!
Why don't you have another on me babe
Smiles are free, smiles are free
Smiles are free, ay!
Why don't you have another on me
Smiles are free, smiles are free
Smiles are free, ay!
Why don't you have another on me babe
Smiles are free, smiles are free
Smiles are free, ay!
Why don't you have another on me
This is a job, this is a job
This is not your life
This is a job, this is a job
This is a job, this is a job
This is not your life
This is a job, this is a job
This is a job, this is a job
This is not your life
This is a job, this is a job
This is a job, this is a job
This is not your life
This is a job, this is a job
This is a job, this is a job
This is not your life
This is a job, this is a job
This is a job, this is a job
This is not your life
This is a job, this is a job
This is a job, this is a job
This is not your life
This is a job, this is a job
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5. |
Bloodbath
04:07
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Bloodbath
It’s a bloodbath
It’s a bloodbath
It’s a bloodbath
Cultural appropriation prize winner
Cut you open feast on your insides, sinner
Cultural appropriation prize winner
Cut you open feast on your insides, sinner
I am the translator
I don’t need credit
I’m making sure a broader
Audience will get your message
I don’t claim to be authentic
All I do is edit
And if I water down your missive
It’s for your protection
Oh yeah, and you:
You can ignore it
You already support it
You know these issues, you live 'em
And I'm just a cub reporter
I'm just the messenger
Taking a picture, yeah
Stealing your essence, huh?
Adapting your lesson plan
For fans of the man
'Cause they'd dismiss you out of hand
That's the dirty truth
Their prejudice assumes
That you have got some too
I can sneak it in like
Vitamins in baby food
They won't know what they're eating
If it's soft enough to chew
What colour is the water?
What colour is the water?
What colour is the water?
What colour is the water?
What colour is the water?
What colour is the water?
What colour is the water?
What colour is the water?
I am the translator
Become oppressor
My family built the gate
And I control the entrance
I can tell that this will sell
But that is too heavy
Too raw, or too blah
Or just not ready
I appreciate you
I want you to make it
And I think it’s all in
How we situate it
What if it felt safe
But just seemed dangerous?
You’ve gotta succeed first
Then push for changes
Well have you thought about
Representation?
You just being you
Could inspire the nation
I could tell your story
I know how they would take it
In the majority
We gotta relate to it
What colour is the water?
What colour is the water?
What colour is the water?
What colour is the water?
What colour is the water?
What colour is the water?
What colour is the water?
What colour is the water?
No one ever asked me what the
Colour was, colour was
Every day it passes
Through my lungs, through my lungs, hey
No one ever asked me what the
Colour was, colour was
Every day it passes
Through my lungs, through my lungs
No one ever asked me what the
Colour was, colour was
Every day it passes
Through my lungs, through my lungs, and
No one ever asked me what the
Colour was, colour was
Every day it passes
Through my lungs, through my lungs
Cultural appropriation prize winner
Cut you open feast on your insides, sinner
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6. |
Clout Chase
03:30
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He’s on a clout chase
Posting up hot takes
Arguing in bad faith
Spamming emoji snakes
Playing the blame game
Heaping the shame on
And when the facts came in
He’s already gone
Onto the next case
And he can’t take a joke
He’s on a clout chase
And you know that he’s woke
Either the red pill
Or social justice
Both sides know
The other can’t be trusted
Never thought I’d end up
Spending so much time
Disagreeing in my head
With things that I read
That were written by
Idiots online
Never thought I’d end up
Spending so much time
But I get stuck on it
I get stuck on it
I skip to the comments
I guess that I get
What I wanted
I get stuck on it
I skip to the comments
Get what I wanted
Not just celebrities, no
Not that kinda clout chase
I mean the measure of standing,
Influence, power or sway
This is a person feeds
On tension that they can inflame
Taking a victory lap
For those who feel the same way
He’s white but you know
He’ll make it ‘bout race
So afraid of seeming silent
Always has something to say
Devouring deepfakes
He’s on a clout chase
Easily outraged but
The photo was staged
Never thought I’d end up
Spending so much time
Disagreeing in my head
With things that I read
That were written by
Idiots online
Never thought I’d end up
Spending so much time
But I get stuck on it
I get stuck on it
I skip to the comments
I guess that I get
What I wanted
I get stuck on it
I skip to the comments
Get what I wanted
Acting no nonsense while
Ignoring the context
Making a weird flex but
Not being honest
He’s on a clout chase, yeah
Like it’s a contest
You better hope you don’t
End up as content
Whatever he hates
There is no proportion
Don’t discriminate
Between a man and corporation
SWATting and doxxing
All kinds of toxic
When he’s on a clout chase
There is no stopping
Never thought I’d end up
Spending so much time
Disagreeing in my head
With things that I read
That were written by
Idiots online
Never thought I’d end up
Spending so much time
But I get stuck on it
I get stuck on it
I skip to the comments
I guess that I get
What I wanted
I get stuck on it
I skip to the comments
Get what I wanted
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7. |
Who Hurts Worse
03:56
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Who hurts worse?
And how can I help?
Who hurts worse?
And how can I help?
Who hurts worse?
And how can I help?
Who hurts worse?
And how can I help?
Who’s the jerk, who needs work
Who hurts worse
Who can speak to this
Whose experience
And feelings are we listening to
I’m cis, I’m white
I’m straight, I’m thin
I’m male
I didn’t choose to be
But I benefit immensely
And if you’ve convinced yourself
That someone else
Is the real problem
Then it’s probably because
You talk to them
They give you the time of day
And you disagree while I stay away
The real enemy, me
Gets away with things
You never see
And at family dinner
People preserve the peace
Rather than step to me
Cause I can get belligerent
And make you want to leave
And it doesn’t affect me
It’s all academic to me
Like hmmm, let’s see
I play devil’s advocate
Like it’s the theme of a pinball machine
That you’re trying to play on tilt
I get to play with your guilt
Who’s going to march in front
Not
Who’re we gonna confront
Like T versus LGB
Or L versus GBT
It all takes the heat off me
Like how lucky
Can a guy be?
Who’s the jerk, who needs work
Who hurts worse
Who can speak to this
Whose ideas and theories
Have merit
I’m for more carrot and less stick
But I’m cis, I’m white
I’m straight, I’m thin
I’m male
Should anyone trust
What I want to change at all?
When I stand to inherit the world
Whose priorities count?
Who demands to see the accounts
And who decides
To make them public?
Who hurts worse
In this republic?
Whose judgment
Deems things too
Dangerous to publish?
If the effect is division
Is it a bad decision?
Or is that spoken like
Someone who
Benefits too much from the system?
Should I shut up and listen
While you fight about symbolism
Or bring the conversation
Back to the conditions
That people are living in?
The discourse is more about
Exceptions and anecdotes
Than where the evidence
Collected, points to
The asymptote
Who runs the numbers?
Who
Makes the assumptions?
I’ve got a growing
Appetite for deconstruction
Who’s the jerk, who needs work
Who hurts worse
Who can speak to this
I have something to say and I
Might get flamed but I’ll take the risk
I’m cis, I’m white
I’m straight, I’m thin, I’m male
If reincarnation was real
Then I’d belong in
Some kind of karmic jail
If there was a hell
Enough people
Have been killed
For my comfort
To land me there as well
Intersectionality
Is complex
Not a contest
If you’re looking
For a ranked list
Of most to least oppressed
That depends
What your model is
People are not groups
And groups are not monoliths
Experience is subjective
We don’t all
Know the context
That can make it hard
To find and fight common causes
I don't want to minimize
Anybody’s losses
The best advice
I’ve heard to make
This process work in practice
Is to ask this very very simple
Question to yourself
And that is:
“Who hurts worse
And how can I help?”
As in, find
Someone in pain
And help them hurt less
Fight oppression in a way
You can sustain
Until its death
Find a way to make a difference
That fits your abilities
Care for victims
Share your wisdom
Engage in hostilities
Ask “Who hurts worse
And how can I help?”
Who hurts worse?
And how can I help?
Who hurts worse?
Who hurts worse?
And how can I help?
Who hurts worse?
And how can I help?
Who hurts worse?
And how can I help?
Who hurts worse?
And how can I help?
Who hurts worse?
And how can I help?
Who hurts worse?
And how can I help?
Who hurts worse?
And how can I help?
Who hurts worse?
And how can I help?
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8. |
I'm Not Running
03:16
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Growth can be pain
Teenage aching legs
Things I’ve done and
That were done to me
Were not ok
This is what it takes
Gawkiness and aches
Getting to a place
Where it is possible
To change and
What is driving me crazy is
The thought that I don’t
Remember everything
That I did
And what is driving me crazy is
If my intentions were fine
But not the consequence
I’m not running, not running, not running
I’m not running, not running, not running
I’m not running, not running, not running
I’m not running, baby, I’m not running
I felt unbearable pressure
And less than confident
As a man you’re expected
To lead, be dominant
There’s a line and I tried
Hard to never cross it
Remember this is the era
Prior to Robin Thicke
And what is driving me crazy is
Probably something you
Never thought about again
And what is driving me crazy is
I don’t know if, or how
To make amends
I’m not running, not running, not running
I’m not running, not running, not running
I’m not running, not running, not running
I’m not running, baby, I’m not running
I am from the
#MeToo generation
The you were drunk
But me too generation
I am from the
#MeToo generation
The do not as I have done
Generation
I’m not running, not running, not running
I’m not running, not running, not running
I’m not running, not running, not running
I’m not running, baby, I’m not running
Not a Kavanaugh, not Bill Cosby
Hope I’ve never ever been Aziz Ansari
Not a Kavanaugh, not Bill Cosby
Hope I’ve never been Aziz Ansari
Not a Kavanaugh, not Bill Cosby
If I’ve ever been Aziz, I am sorry
Not running, not running, not running
Not running, not running, not running
I’m not running, not running, not running
I’m not running, baby, I’m not running
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9. |
Friendzone
03:27
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When I grew up
Having male friendships
Was less “who’d you kiss?”
And more stiff upper lip
Less feelings and shhhh
Wrestling was in
But after the bell rang
You kept your distance
I learned those lessons too well
Trying to be friends with a girl
Could be awkward as hell
You kept a lot less to yourself
Intimacy turned to interest
All in your head
Like, here’s a bunch of things
I felt but never said before
I’ve been using semaphore
Wish I had an editor
It takes practice to share
Without catching a vibe that’s not there
All this time that I was thinking
I was stuck up in the friendzone
But, honest question, was I just a
Really really bad friend?
All this time that I was thinking
I was stuck up in the friendzone
But, honest question, was I just a
Really really bad friend?
Friends don’t keep things
From friends
Friendships have rules
A bunch of things I never knew
Male friendships are comparatively simple
Let’s play hockey, let’s play ping pong
Let’s not be friends anymore
And never talk about it
Or let’s physically fight and get over it
Neither works well in relationships
I know it’s obvious
But I’ve gotta say it
I blame this miseducation
For personal failings
That I have displayed in them
And yeah, I’m not bad at ping pong
But I wish I wasn’t such a ding dong
All this time that I was thinking
I was stuck up in the friendzone
But, honest question, was I just a
Really really bad friend?
All this time that I was thinking
I was stuck up in the friendzone
But, honest question, was I just a
Really really bad friend?
Help me feel better now, ‘cause I am sad
Wanted to reach out to you so bad
But I know it’s not what you need
It would just be for me
Help me feel better now ‘cause I was wrong
Wanted to talk to you so long
But I know it’s not what you need
It would just be for me
All this time that I was thinking
I was stuck up in the friendzone
But, honest question, was I just a
Really really bad friend?
All this time that I was thinking
I was stuck up in the friendzone
But, honest question, was I just a
Really really bad friend?
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10. |
Pink Dollars
02:39
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I've studied the genetics
When they cut up the pie
There’s no little bit of DNA
Determines your life
But if you’re talking about money
I know something that might, and it’s
Whether your chromosomes
Are XX or XY
Whether you’re a girl or a guy
There’s no effect of that size
It compounds with
The other things keeping you down
Whether you’re a girl or a guy
There’s no effect of that size
It compounds with
The other things keeping you down
Pink collar jobs have steps
Psychologically they trick you
Into thinking you've progressed
When the fact is that
It's like a ladder on the floor that
Stretches to the ceiling
You move up, you make more
Promoted? Down a rung
If you want out the door?
Well yeah, that's a problem
You're gonna get kicked
Back down to the bottom
Pink collar, pink dollars
Pour one out for the real pink ballers
Our pink wallets, they’re slightly smaller
Pour one out for the real pink ballers
Pink collar jobs are
Fair and equal
‘Cause very different people
Will make the same amount
Unless you count all the care
That isn't paid for
Or compare with industries
That have more men around
And I'm a man, the
Double standard is my friend, I
Get applause for wading in
You clean the dish, I’ll be the dead fish
That is floating to the top
Pink collar, pink dollars
Pour one out for the real pink ballers
Our pink wallets, they’re slightly smaller
Pour one out for the real pink ballers
Pink collar, pink dollars
Pour one out for the real pink ballers
Our pink wallets, they’re slightly smaller
Pour one out for the real pink ballers
I've studied the genetics
When they cut up the pie
There’s no little bit of DNA
Determines your life
But if you’re talking about money
I know something that might, and it’s
Whether your chromosomes
Are XX or XY
Whether you’re a girl or a guy
There’s no effect of that size
It compounds with
The other things keeping you down
XX or XY, it’s not a binary, right?
But it compounds with
The other things keeping you down
Whether you’re a girl or a guy
There’s no effect of that size
It compounds with
The other things keeping you down
Pink collar, pink dollars
Pour one out for the real pink ballers
Our pink wallets, they’re slightly smaller
Pour one out for the real pink ballers
Pink collar, pink dollars
Pour one out for the real pink ballers
Our pink wallets, they’re slightly smaller
Pour one out for the real pink ballers
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11. |
Something We Do
02:56
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Chef he told me “Bitches, man!”
Hurt his foot when he kicked a can
Walk-in freezer in the back
Just off the central kitchen, damn
Hate it that I stayed silent
Stunned by the sudden violence
Chef he told me “Bitches, man!”
I just do the dishes, man
Would he even listen, man
I never knew
Cursing out a group
Is not in my worldview
Guy came from a country
Where it’s something they do
(Hey, this is still a country
Where it’s something we do)
Chef called me the bitches’ man
All those women were my friends
They hated all his arrogance
The way he put the blame on them
And he was incompetent
Still the boss didn’t care
Acted like I wasn’t there
Acted like I didn’t stare
Acted like I owed him solidarity
For being a man
Wound up and he kicked a can
Cocked his foot back, dented tin
Wounded now, a dented shin
Hopping in a circle, man
Least he took it out on himself
And not the bitches, man
In this kitchen
No one made bank
Still I see these guys
And they really really think
That they’re just like
They identify with millionaires
When their solidarity should be
With women they’re near
What’s the difference, man
Thirty cents an hour?
Six hundred bucks a year?
Man, they make that in the shower
They don’t care about you
Your gender doesn’t matter
Ambition won’t make you the master
So don’t fall for division, man
Chef wanted riches, man
Wanted to turn all that
Money to women and
Chef wanted discipline
Wanted restriction
But treated me well
Grateful but guilty
I wasn’t in hell
I thought: “I’ll be next
If I try to push back”
Then I witnessed the attack
On the can in the back
Of the freezer, it was funny
Seeing him hopping around
That’s why
I will never back down
I just do the dishes, man
I never knew
Chef he told me “Bitches, man!”
It’s something we do
I just do the dishes, man
I never knew
Chef he told me “Bitches, man!”
It’s something we do
I just do the dishes, man
I never knew
Chef he told me “Bitches, man!”
It’s something we do
Cursing out a group
Is not in my worldview
Chef he told me “Bitches, man!”
It’s something we do
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Uncross Your Arms
03:35
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Have you ever been
Reading an article
Points make sense and
The logic’s inarguable
But there’s a Catch-22
If what it says is true
Then the mob should
Be coming for you, and that’s not
The outcome that you want
And so you pick it apart
Folding crossed arms
Over your heart, choosing the spot
Where you’ll declare
That it went too far
Right there, like “I’m objective
And I don’t think you are”
Like “what you want is too harsh
Our goal should be harmony
How does making me feel bad
Accomplish that, exactly?”
Thinking the agenda is
Actually to turn the tables
Minor inconveniences to you
Should tip the scales
In this state of
Fear and suspicion
You even start appreciating
Trolls in the comments section
What they say is
Horrible, right?
But you’ll defend to the death
Their right to fight on mostly your side
Fair is fair
Thousands of years living in fear
Do you know how lucky
We are that they’re stopping here?
Fair is fair
Thousands of years living in fear
Do you know how lucky
We are that they’re stopping here?
Fair is fair
Thousands of years living in fear
Do you know how lucky
We are that they’re stopping here?
Fair is fair
Thousands of years living in fear
Do you know how lucky
We are that they’re stopping here?
You imagine that you could be
Treated that ruthlessly
‘Cause you never felt the rubber
Boot heel of history
Oppressed people don’t forget
They get empathy
And wouldn’t wish their treatment
On an enemy, vengefully, now
I am talking generally
I’m sure you’ll find examples
But the vast majority
Of people don’t like to cancel
Or guillotine, they want
The ability to be free
But the more that you resist
It gets harder to believe
So the next time you read
A piece that excoriates your group
Try not to take it personal
Don’t make it about you
Check your impulse to nit-pick
To line-draw, your critic
It is just the default defensive position
When your privilege gets questioned
Please do me a favour
Uncross your arms
Like a white boy macarena
I want the ending where we’re all
Shaking our hips to the music
I don’t wanna have to
Sell them the nooses, yeah
Fair is fair
Thousands of years living in fear
Do you know
What a good deal we're getting here?
Fair is fair
Thousands of years living in fear
Do you know
What a good deal we're getting here?
Fair is fair
Thousands of years living in fear
Do you know
What a good deal we're getting here?
Fair is fair
Thousands of years living in fear
Do you know
What a good deal we're getting here?
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Greg McLeod Vancouver, British Columbia
Greg McLeod is a musician from Vancouver, BC. He made some albums. He may make more.
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