Straight From The Top

Straight from the top

Landed on the bottom

Names that you dropped

They've already caught ‘em

Leave you for dead

Fending off the vultures

Don't think to tread

On a poultry counting culture

No, you don't even have control

Muscles are flexed

Your back is propaganda

Numbers and text

Had ulterior agenda

No, you don't even have control

Give me something real, or let me go

Running in place

Only makes me tired of this cage

Pointing me in every direction

At once

And every mistake

Lets you see me fall on my face

Save in some face

Walk it off

No, you don't even have control

Give me something real, or let me go

Just let me go

Yeah let me go