we just love the way it sounds

punk'rock's out, black'dyed hair and baggy clothes are out, grunge is out, all the things that i grew up with are out... and i can't help but feel a bit disappointed at that. now it's the age of pseudo' gagsters and "cool" kids. now it's "in" to club, to bang your heads to d'n'b, get high and get "expansive". it's expensive. and superficial. there's no more heart in anything. and it all seems based on $ these days. there's no more innocence and no more love. the age of the super city freaks and flah are in. old school hip hop is gone. and so are lyrics that touched the right buttons to make you vibe. these are the days of pre'pubescent teens that get drunk and get in trouble, of cheap booze and carelessness, of cheap women and dirty bathrooms. where the fuck is MY generation? what happened to all the plans and dreams and changes we wanted to make? is this it? i'd rather not, if that's the case. we failed, and failed miserably, at that. and nothing comes after us, because we took care of burning all the bridges and scorching every fertile field in our wake.

you know, everybody exagerates sometimes... but to make a casual thing seem "gangsta"... that's just stupid. i see kids lying on their backs on floors, their friends shaking in a corner or puking in a gutter. it's like nobody gives a fuck anymore. not about anybody else OR about themselves. people forgot the number for the 911 emergency... but they know by heart the one of their dealer, of their "homies" and their "ho's"... and that's just sad... i'd rather not live like that, but i just won't give up... it's the world that was shaped and burned before my eyes. and i can't change that. but i can keep myself real and true and through... i WILL see this to the end... because it's not my place to be ashamed... i've got too much reality to be addicted to... and i'll keep real to the game... my own and by my rules...

"i don't want the truth, i wanna feel fuckin' cool"