Cant understand u jingle bell man Tell me do you have a plan? Tell me you'll do all that ya can A messy life when u wanna make a stand. Dusty roads they become your new home And the last lies you heard weren't comfort'bly owned So good God why dont you come join with me I dont know bout you but i have got to be free. Its bad production you got users abusin' Y'got cowards creepin and governmental illusions We've got teachers who really aint into teachin Grown people who cant write or read and they're preachin. So much corruption as the skinners stick in it Now jingle bell man will you get us and win it? Will u sell out souls hey do you care about mine? Im running my life while you're running out of time. Production.. Ready.. Oh. Free ride... (Its sounds weird w/out a tune to it its like a lil song i just wrote right here rightnow, lol)
