We're all on a grey scale in one open zone
Still you have to be a gender
Not to be alone
It's automatic  the things
That are expected of you
Little sister can't be a brute
I wanna shut my ears
When you're talking to me  'cause I
Can't act in opposition while I'm down on my knees
All these
Already brainwashed
Before their brain-cells set sail
You better read your John Gray
In this Kentucky fried sty
You better stand up while you pee
And you better know why
It's automatic about
Which subject you're expected to speak
Little brother can't be weak
The little boys already know the football rules and when
They hear I don't they think I'm a fool
The little girls are full-grown princesses
And those who aren't are spaced-out oddities
Think about it  does it really upset you so
Did you think about those things
When you where younger
It doesn't matter
Cause those things are always round to be found
It's all so easy  in your academic little crowd
But when you
Get out in the real world
You're not so proud
Of you're opinions
There's no reason to get into debate
Mr  Revelation came too late
It's getting hard to know
What's black or white
It's getting hard to tell my left foot from my right
It's getting hard to say
What I'm talking about
But as this angry persona
I have no doubt