Same city whitey hail from

Same town that the strangler stole the air from

I was raised irish catholic

Never talk about your feelings

Tell them you're fantastic

Around here you're either savage or you're plastic

Drive a benz or a broken ford maverick

They all been living a lie

Because they worship the wealth

More than they do their false god

I don't talk too much

I been living in the basement

Tryna make a statement

I been writing all night

Young edgar allen with the blinds closed tight

So when I say I f**king hate myself

And when I say I lost my sanity

Just know that's not my full capacity

Could never hate myself as much as I hate humanity

Not a material man

I got a mic

Two guitars

And a dream in my hands

I see you flexing them bands

Like you got something to prove

Well I got nothing to lose

Not a material man

I got a mic

Two guitars

And a dream in my hands

I see you flexing them bands

Like you got something to prove

Well I got nothing to lose

What a cluster f**k I'm f**king up

They telling me to lighten up

Hit them in the brain with the same d**n thing

Playing in the rain

Man I'm f**ked up mane

Grew up too fast

Tryna make it last

But it ain't coming back

Still an outcast

Still an asshole

Tryna get past no payroll

See I wouldn't give a f**k

If I had a surplus

Intuition in my gut

So I keep my mouth shut

I don't say s**t

Unless it's about the f**king music

Homosapien equipped with the wit so I use it

Feel your flesh breaking open

And your knuckles start turning white

You been holding on for too long

Sleep all day

Wide awake at night

Not a material man

I got a mic

Two guitars

And a dream in my hands

I see you flexing them bands

Like you got something to prove

Well I got nothing to lose

Not a material man

I got a mic

Two guitars

And a dream in my hands

I see you flexing them bands

Like you got something to prove

Well I got nothing to lose