Waste Men

You talk to me like you’re close to me
Just to hang up and tell a one-sided story
Every time we speak it’s like I have to reprogram you
Because you’re gullible to the phoniness waste men do
I’m tired of people talking about favor and being blessed
When my great aunt is bedridden with MS
But you thought you knew me, you thought you knew what I was going through
You thought all this pent-up aggression was inspired by you
Constantly clearing up lies told by white girls
But let them tell it and I’m trying to give them the world
White guys talking reckless from a comfortable distance
Just to see me on the street and hope I ignore their existence
It’s a good thing I’m good at acting like I have something to lose
If I didn’t a lot of your friends and family would be singing the blues