The reality line
I don't own it
it's not all mine
It belongs to everyone
you can't minus none
Then again maybe we can subtract
those fools playing their bullchit act
Pretending like they're in touch
when actually they're missing too much
Exactly reality as such
using the blame game as a crutch
Earth calling the looney tune
can you return from mars or the moon
will you be landing soon
Get your azz back down here
you freaking buffoon

Daddy fathered eight kids
then screwed around with our heads
Never did one single thing
heck we never even heard the phone ring
What freaking phone
when I was a kid we almost had nothing
Momma never made the fool pay
any child support
He never spent a day in court
We ended up suffering as a resort
Try to bond with the fool
he became a bad sport
Momma had a stupid explanation
heck until this day I haven't figured
the crazy messed up situation

Back to the reality line
which seems to be a fantasy in
some peoples mind
The reality line is a whole great
big world full of danger
and it will treat you like a stranger
Even baby Jesus was born in
a barn lying in a manger
grew up and had to escape pharoahs
oncoming danger
Eventually he got hung on a cross
and crucified
Pharoah strutted his azz around
still trying to act dignified
Even some of Jesus' followers lied
As modern men we have to digest
all the past bullchit this crazy world applied
Lord knows I've tried
until my brains almost been fried
However as of this date and time
my no give crap attitude does sublime
Call it what you want
cause I no longer don't

opg