Sheep Story (Rap format)

I wake up,
Thinkin' bout gettin' baked up,
A change up,
Dealin' witht he lives that we take up,
I make up the same stuff,
Lighten the gray guff,
But I will stay tough no fuss,

Cause you see,
I'm just a product of this society,
Constantly trying to impress those who would measure me,
Valuing Individuality,
Fearing my mortality,
Just another act to perpetuate conformity,
In its enormity we seize,
And great minds buckle under the knuckles of the fiends,
'Cause this glee's straight ease when you go with the breeze,
We just said, "Please, do what the demons decree."
And jeez,
Do you really think you know it all, (ha)
"Oh I'm special and I'll never drop the ball", (bah)
"The world's perfect and I know I'll never fall",
That perception leaves you empty like a porcelain doll,
But hey another day a self righteous proclaimer,
Steal what I preach from the last newspaper,
Or a next door neighbor,
Its a labor just to be a player and still savor the flavor of the media,
And with all the gifts its bringing I sure hope its treatin' ya and seatin' ya,
In its special big boy chair,
Watching the man with the plan and the Crisco hair,
Halt! Who goes there?
Enter the lair if you dare,
But prepare for the fear you will hear,
Tearing ears it's the sound you can't bear,

From the microphone,
On and on it drones,
Stop to think and maybe you can hear its tone, throw a bone,
Maybe something you'll or something you'll condone,
But until you take the plunge my friend, you'll be alone.