The problem with me, is co-dependency So afraid of the day that you wont remember me Knee deep in anxiousness, needy like an infant Escapism, beats rhymes alcohol and men The problem with you, is you let your self stop believing And now you're afraid of your own thoughts and feelings Forgot how to share what I love most about you Lost your voice, now no choice but to doubt you Now the problem with the world, the lack of respect For our earth, for our children, for the future we neglect For the morals, for the values, for the god that we select Millions die everyday without a cause to effect The problem with the revolution, its never gonna happen Through these marches, through this music, through these motherfuckers rappin Through these communists, these socialists, or any other faction Armchair activists, all talk, no action The problem with the people that I stay surrounded with They all wanna replace faith with a psychologist Bring the evolution, whether thinkin its pollution When they're swallowing the balance, and they're drinking the solution The problem with the people that I wont stand next to They don't hear the songs that we sing for the rescue The keys of life, the basslines of sadness So people that don't have, reach out and grab it The problem with music... shit nothing at all It's an artform that ranges and it changes it evolves It's not always for the better, but be patient with it yall For our time will come and the wicked will fall The problem with this song, is it's not long enough to say How fucked up it is that we living this way Nothing is alright, but everything is okay So we plan for tomorrow but we live for today The problem with sex is self-respect, calibration The orgasm services your validation And the problem with love, is that it lives in a book now The problem with drugs is that their too fucking good now The problem with logic is theres too many loopholes And the problem with truth is that its usually brutal The problem is I can't trust most of what I see So fuck it all the problems of life must be me