(Intro)

M: Yo Trig, Why don't I feel like I don't belong?
T: And when we fuck up we always sing the same old song?
M: And if the system is against us How can I move along?
T: Where did we go wrong?
M: Yeah, where did we go wrong?

(Chorus)
From the Micro,
(Ugh)
To the Macro,
(Yeah)
to the homie at the show selling that sack, where you at though?
Stress is building for the building lady
the old heads on the block stuntin' like its the 80's
it's crazy.

(Verse)

Nowadays the universe is inconceivable
bad fads fill the wispy waves of life
and human strife be in abundance
stomachs rumbling hunger
twitchy fingers grow number
seem to warn us, drag us all asunder
why do we wonder,
molecular blunders: commonplace
you fall asleep
we take that precious sweet from off your plate
good luck is never timely
if you late then get behind me
think we waiting for a sign, see
but the truth is often blinding, binding
breaking alignment to worship a hypochondriac
watching each other even cameras in the laundry mat
hateable,
tradable,
sensible is debatable
living that lie from on high
now that's relatable
money and dominance pervading in our consciousness
attracted to the pillars of mirrors reflecting narcissists
I think we've come to far to split this nation with a Marxist twist
Socialist motions, healing potions killing nonsense.

I just want to share bro,
FUCK possession bro
FUCK ownership,
we gotta heal TOGETHER.

(Chorus)

From the Micro,
(ugh)
To the Macro
(yeah)
To the homie homie at the show selling that sack where you at tho?
Survival's getting a little hazy,
overshadowed by the battle to remain lazy.
It's crazy.

(Trig)

From the Micro,
(Ugh)
To the Micro,
(yeah)
To the homie at the show selling that sack where you at though?
Brother's lost screaming somebody save me.
Fathers locked up
Who's gonna raise Brenda's baby?
Its crazy.

(Trig's Verse)

I guess I lost it a long time ago,
I was young and dumb,
slinging rocks and selling the blow,
twisting fingers with my homies, you already know.
Stealing cars, cracking cards gotta get this dough,
reap what you sow.
Now I'm sitting behind bars,
looking at the stars,
wishing I can teleport to Mars,
cause I can't fucking stand where we are.
And I ain't even talking bout this damn prison,
talking bout this damn state of mind that we all live in.
That shit's tempting.
What am I supposed to do?
I was brok and hungry
and I had a .22
and the videos I watched mad it look fun too.
And my daddy ain't around
so motherfuck it dude,
it's cool.
So I ran up.
Shawty put his hands up.
Told him to run everything,
on the mans's bruh,
I'm tryna get my bands up,
you gotta feel me.
He said whatever lil' nigga please don't fucking kill me!
I got a family and this whole thing is fucking silly.
We both black and we all sing the same old song.
Oh there go them sirens.
Where did we go wrong?
Where did we go wrong?

(Outro)