Bill Burr (Put a Cork in It)

I get a thought in my head every now and then and I wonder how to phrase it

We all concerned about the words we use but not the work we engaged in

Everybody got shit to say my dude but they choose to stay complacent

Spend more time tryin' to ban a song then they spend cleanin out their basement

Even if you had a chance to break the chains you wouldn’t break yer phone to change it

You'd just make a face, and wait a day, then facebook about vacation

And you wonder why I’m afraid to post this, when I’m one word away from racist

And you act like you didn’t notice it, when it got worse in front of your faces

Cause even when we know that we far from right we so wrong that we won’t admit it

You ain’t strong enough to get your family’s back but ya postin every minute

You thinkin you savin the world with a meme but ain't savin the folks that's in it

The second you inconvenienced it get convenient that you ain’t in it, to win it

You in it, cause you need to feel that they get it

Ya kiddin if you think you makin a difference

You do the bare minimum, fake your position

Far from the place where ya face the resistance

Par for the game so you aim from a distance

Sign a petition and say you a christian

You all full of shit and when it hit the fan all the rage it change to crickets

I didn’t ask for your advice

I didn’t ask for your permission

I didn’t ask for you, to give a damn

I just asked for ya’ll to listen

And insteada that all I hear's a massive mass of passive people bitchin

A flash of division masterminded by a master mathemagician

We all act like we can fix it, what we lackin is conviction

Cause every time we begin to get a win, we start sub-trac-tin the addition

So put a cork in it

Cause half the charges asperse

We ain’t awake we still sleepin debatin chasin more dirt

You think you woke up but I’m convinced to change we averse

You don’t ever lift a finger you just make it mad worse

Put a cork in it

Til all the grape’s are filtered

All I do is hear you whinin, think your time is ill served

It’s designed to keep us occupied one stone to kill birds

Are you feelin my malaise I gotta a case a Bill Burrs