When I was a boy, they called me kid Lacan.
Then in school, the teachers called me teen Camus.
Now, no one calls me anything.
I never realized that growing up and becoming a man meant growing up and becoming a white man of privilege and taste but just look at me I'm not free though I've had every opportunity and for this fact I'll say I'm sorry.
This song is for my ex-wife.
Because she knows how hard it is to hold someone who's got his hands wrapped tight around the prison bars.
Still, no complaints, it's the 5th of July, post-freedom.
Post restraint.
A new life, a new craze, a new sound, all the rage.
This is serious business.
So if I ask you to sing along, just remember: It's only a business decision.
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