[Blue_Nose]

Well, I had the misfortune of walking by a radio this morning and heard a song by Canada's infamous "Simple Plan". I'm not sure what made me more angry: the fact that they can write this tripe as some sort of "meaningful message" to society (who, up until this point, has been blind to its own faults), or the teenage girls who will inevitably eat it up, and dream about the boys who haven't been their age in over a decade.

Anyway, the lyrics:

Simple Plan Simple Plan:

Tell me what's wrong with society
When everywhere I look, I see
Young girls dying to be on TV
They won't stop till they've reached their dreams

Diet pills, surgery
Photoshopped pictures in magazines
Telling them how they should be
It doesn't make sense to me

Is everybody going crazy?
Is anybody gonna save me?
Can anybody tell me what's going on?
Tell me what's going on?
If you open your eyes
You'll see that something is wrong

I guess things are not how they used to be
There's no more normal families
Parents act like enemies
Making kids feel like it's World War III

No one cares, no one's there
I guess we're all just too damn busy
And money's our first priority
It doesn't make sense to me

Is everybody going crazy?
Is anybody gonna save me?
Can anybody tell me what's going on?
Tell me what's going on?
If you open your eyes
You'll see that something is wrong

Is everybody going crazy?
Is everybody going crazy?

Tell me what's wrong with society
When everywhere I look I see
Rich guys driving big SUVs
While kids are starving in the streets

No one cares
No one likes to share
I guess life's unfair

Is everybody going crazy?
Is anybody gonna save me?
Can anybody tell me what's going on?
Tell me what's going on?
If you open your eyes
You'll see that something, something is wrong

Is everybody going crazy?
Can anybody tell me what's going on?
Tell me what's going on?
If you open your eyes
You'll see that something is wrong

They seem harmless enough if you give them as much thought as you do your Hagar the Horrible comics in the morning paper, but if they're trying to make their self righteous commentaries on everyone else, then they deserve a little more scrutiny. Let's start at the beginning:

Simple Plan Simple Plan:

Tell me what's wrong with society
When everywhere I look, I see
Young girls dying to be on TV

Young girls dying to be on TV? Dying to be on top of that guy from the OC, perhaps, but that's another almost-30-guy-pandering-to-a-teenage-audience story for another time.

Simple Plan Simple Plan:

They won't stop till they've reached their dreams

So Simple Plan disapproves of people striving to reach their dreams. I guess they stopped trying to reach their dreams to be a relevant band, so of course they'd encourage anyone else to accept mediocrity.

Simple Plan Simple Plan:

Diet pills, surgery
Photoshopped pictures in magazines
Telling them how they should be
It doesn't make sense to me

What doesn't make sense is that Simple Plan can blame the models, actresses, and singers who starve themselves and get surgery, when they're the 'victims' of society's pressures as anyone, if not more so. Maybe if the teenage fan base would stop putting these people on such high pedestals, they wouldn't have so much pressure to be perfect. Thanks, fan kids, you turned Lindsey Lohan into a skeleton, and ruined her for the rest of us.

For the rest of the 'victims' of peer pressure who are safely out of the limelight, maybe they should start taking responsibility for their own actions, and stop waiting for everyone else to tell them what's important in their lives. Ten bucks says "peer pressure" will be proclaimed a disease before the end of the decade.

Simple Plan Simple Plan:

Is everybody going crazy?
Is anybody gonna save me?

Is anyone going to save Simple Plan? What the hell - they must all be almost 30 years old, and they're asking their fans to save them from the culture they're doing their part to promote? Maybe they should grow up and learn to fight these stereotypes and cultural flaws like everyone else: with common sense.

Simple Plan Simple Plan:

Can anybody tell me what's going on?
Tell me what's going on?
If you open your eyes
You'll see that something is wrong

Wait, I though Simple Plan was telling me what was going on? How am I supposed to know - I was waiting for Simple Plan to release a single to enlighten me! What am I supposed to do now?

Simple Plan Simple Plan:

I guess things are not how they used to be
There's no more normal families

Simple Plan deep throats their own foot with this verse. Maybe they should have outlined their personal definitions of "normal families" so the rest of us know whether or not we should consider ourselves "normal". How many of their fans have gay, divorced, or separated parents? Shame on those families for ruining Simple Plan's impression of normality!

Simple Plan Simple Plan:

Parents act like enemies
Making kids feel like it's World War III

Parents and kids are at war? Oh boy, this is a new one - parents not getting along with their children. Maybe Simple Plan should get a 'time out' for making shitty music and reinforcing the divide between generations.

No, forget the 'time out' - go cut me a switch, boys, and I'll tell you all about how rough it is being a kid these days. Maybe, if we have time, we can discuss the legitimacy of the comparison of your tiff with your parents to the devestation of war.

Simple Plan Simple Plan:

No one cares, no one's there
I guess we're all just too damn busy
And money's our first priority
It doesn't make sense to me

Simple Plan finally stops beating around the bush, and reveals that money is their first priority. I'm sure post-teen angst was right up at number two on the list, though.

Simple Plan Simple Plan:

Is everybody going crazy?
Is everybody going crazy?

Yep, and Simple Plan is leading the pack.

Simple Plan Simple Plan:

Tell me what's wrong with society
When everywhere I look I see
Rich guys driving big SUVs
While kids are starving in the streets

I'll tell you what's wrong: people like the members of Simple Plan that wallow in a life of excess and superficiality, and then have the gall to criticise others for driving SUVs. Sorry, Simple Plan, not all of us have double decker tour buses to drive to work in every morning.

Simple Plan Simple Plan:

No one cares
No one likes to share
I guess life's unfair

Hey, I like to share! I'm sharing my disdain for Simple Plan's shitty music!

Seriously though, lots of people are very generous and caring. The difference is, we don't have our agents set up press conferences to tell the world how nice we are to each other. Thanks for the oversight, though; I'm sure the point was much more poignant because of it.


Unfortunately for Simple Plan, all they'll likely hear about this is little sunshineluv153's impressions of their message, which probably includes a commentary on how "hott" the lead singer is, or a sob story about her cat dying last month, and how this song pulled her through it. Little does she know, if it's social commentary she's looking for, listening to Simple Plan is like asking Arnold Schwarzenegger how to cope with anorexia.

I tried to find a band email address on their website (I settled with posting this here), but I guess they'd rather have me sign up for their message board and post my criticism for all their fans to see.

[Tman1]

Try analyzing any random Rap song and try to figure out the meanings behind those words.

[crystalsm]

Them, and a bunch of other bands, like Good Charlotte. They've got the 'Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous' song which just drives me crazy.

All the 'punk' bands pretty much sound the same to me, and they all tend to write about the same problems that society has.


As for rap... 'Smack my bitch up' is pretty self explanatory, which is why I'm not a fan of rap. Either the lyrics don't many any sense, or they're disgusting... or both.

http://www.bizbag.com/Misc%20articles/R ... slated.htm
This is interesting though.

[Indelible]

you see, that's not good punk. that is neo-punk shit.

good punk is old school hardcore.
-Bad Religion
-The Distillers
-Rancid

here's lyrics from "Sorrow" by Bad Religion

$1:

Father can you hear me
How have I let you down
I curse the day that I was born
And all the sorrow in the world

Let me take you to the hurting ground
Where all good men are trampled down
Just to settle a bet that could not be won
Between a prideful father and his son

Well guide me now for I can't see
A reason for this suffering and this long misery
What if every living soul could be upright and strong
Well then i do imagine

There will be sorrow
Yeah there will be sorrow
And there will be sorrow
No more

When all soldiers lay their weapons down
Or when all Kings and all Queens relinquish their crowns
Or when the onlt true messiah rescues us from ourselves
It's easy to imagine

There will be sorrow
Yeah there will be sorrow
And there will be sorrow
No more

[xerxes]

Tman1 Tman1:

Try analyzing any random Rap song and try to figure out the meanings behind those words.

Here's one: 2Pac - I Don't Give a Fuck (off the GTA: SA soundtrack)

$1:

I don't give a fuck
They done push me to the limit the more I live
I might blow up any minute, did it again
Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon
While this cops bragging about the nigga he's jackin
I see no justice
All I see is niggas dying fast
The sound of a gun blast
Then watch the hurst past
Just another day in the life 'G'
Gotta step lightly cuz cops tried to snippe me
The catch, they don't wanna stop at the brother man
But then they'll have an accident and pick up another man
I went to the bank to cash my cheque
I get more respect from the mutha-fuckin' dope man
The Grammy's and the American music shows pimp us like hoes
They got dough but they hate us though
You better keep your mind on the real shit
And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites
They way they see it, we was meant to be keep down
Just can't understand why we getting respect now
Mama told me they're be days like this
But I'm pissed cause it stays like this
And now they trying to send me off to Kuwait
Gimme a break
How much shit can a nigga take
I ain't goin' nowhere no how
What you wanna throw down
Better bring your guns pal
Cuz this is the day we make 'em pay
Fuck bailin' hate I bail and spray with my A-K
And even if they shoot me down
There'll be another nigga bigger
from the mutha-fuckin' underground
So step but you better step quick
Cause the clocks goin' tick and I'm sick of the bullshit
You're watching the makings of a physco-path
The truth didn't last
Before the wrath and aftermath
Who's that behind the trigger?
Who'd do yah figure!?
A mutha-fuckin night nigga
Ready to buck and rip shit up
I had enough and I don't give a fuck

Niggas!, isn't just the blacks
also a gang of mutha-fuckas dressed in blue slacks
They say niggas hang in packs and their attitude is shitty
Tell me, who's the biggest gang of niggas in the city
They say niggas like to do niggas,
Throw me in the cuffs with just two niggas
A street walkin' nigga and a beat walkin' nigga with a badge
I had to shoot yah and the pass for the blast take his cash
And bash his head in dump him at the dead in
And that's just his luck
Cause a nigga like me
don't really give a fuck

Walked in the store what's everybody staring at
They act like they never seen a mutha fucker wearing black
Following a nigga and shit
Ain't this a bitch
All I wanted was some chips
I wanna take my business else where
But where?
Cause who in the hell cares
About a black man with a black need
They wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiend
I wonder if knows that my income is more than
His pension, salary and then some
Your daughter is my number one fan
And your trife ass wife wants a life with a black man
So who's the mac in fact who's the black jack
Sit back and get fat off the fat cat
while he thinks that he's getting over
I bust a move as smooth as casanova
And count another quick meal
I'm getting paid for my traid but its still real
And if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme
AS strong as a fuckin' nine
Mail stacked up niggas wanna act up
Let's put the gats up and throw your backs up
But the cops getting dropped by the gun shot
Usta come but he's done, now we run the block
To my brothers stay strong keep yah heads up
They know we fed up
But we they just don't give a fuck

They just don't give a fuck

I gotta give my fuck offs

Fuck you to the San Francisco police department
Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff department
Fuck you to the F.B.I
Fuck you to the C.I.A
Fuck you to the B-u-s-h
Fuck you to the AmeriKKKa
Fuck you to all you redneck prejudiced mutha fuckas
And fuck yah
Fuck Y'all
Punk gay sensitive little dick bastards
2paclypse mutha fuckin' know
Y'all can kiss my ass and suck my dick
And my uncle Tommy's balls
Fuck Y'all
Punks, punks, punks, punks, punks

Anyway. I totally agree tha simple plan are terrible. The knowledge that many people buy their albums is depressing. However, the fact they are only played on radio stations along with Ashlee Simpson, Britney spears, and company, does speak to their "real" talents. Namely, making generic, cookie-cutter music.

[Zoraja]

Okay seriously, most of the stuff you said there was just bs. You are no better than they are. At least their song was better than some. I dont really see teh point of this excessively long rant. So you dont liek a song whoop dee do.

[BartSimpson]

Blue_Nose Blue_Nose:

Stunningly brilliant commentary.

[Tricks]

Zoraja Zoraja:

Okay seriously, most of the stuff you said there was just bs. You are no better than they are. At least their song was better than some. I dont really see teh point of this excessively long rant. So you dont liek a song whoop dee do.

No it really isn't BS. Simple plan makes really bad songs, extremely easy to play if you know how to use a guitar and their lyrics suck. They are also boardering on emo.

I dont have a problem with some rap songs that don't have "slap hoes" every 5 words. I'll see what I can dig up for those.

[Arctic_Menace]

Indelible Indelible:

you see, that's not good punk. that is neo-punk shit.

good punk is old school hardcore.
-Bad Religion
-The Distillers
-Rancid

here's lyrics from "Sorrow" by Bad Religion

$1:

Father can you hear me
How have I let you down
I curse the day that I was born
And all the sorrow in the world

Let me take you to the hurting ground
Where all good men are trampled down
Just to settle a bet that could not be won
Between a prideful father and his son

Well guide me now for I can't see
A reason for this suffering and this long misery
What if every living soul could be upright and strong
Well then i do imagine

There will be sorrow
Yeah there will be sorrow
And there will be sorrow
No more

When all soldiers lay their weapons down
Or when all Kings and all Queens relinquish their crowns
Or when the onlt true messiah rescues us from ourselves
It's easy to imagine

There will be sorrow
Yeah there will be sorrow
And there will be sorrow
No more

NOFX is good too, but for slightly different reasons....Listening to My Vagina as we speak....

[Tricks]

Blue_Nose Blue_Nose:

I tried to find a band email address on their website (I settled with posting this here), but I guess they'd rather have me sign up for their message board and post my criticism for all their fans to see.

Please do and relay what they say, I think it would be funny.

[Blue_Nose]

Arctic_Menace Arctic_Menace:

NOFX is good too, but for slightly different reasons....Listening to My Vagina as we speak....

Slightly off topic, but it's my thread, so....

Do you know much about music? There's a NOFX song that opens with a solo guitar, and then modulates into another key within a few bars... it's an odd thing to do, so you might recognize it.

I played it in a gig back in first year, but I can't remember the name. Not really a fan, but I liked that song, for some reason.

[Tricks]

ok here we go:

Eminem - Mockingbird

$1:

Yeah
I know sometimes things may not always make sense to you right now
But hey, what daddy always tell you?
Straighten up little soldier
Stiffen up that upper lip
What you crying about?
You got me

Hailie I know you miss your mom and I know you miss your dad
When I'm gone but I'm trying to give you the life that I never had
I can see you're sad, even when you smile, even when you laugh
I can see it in your eyes, deep inside you want to cry
Cuz you're scared, I ain't there?
Daddy's with you in your prayers
No more crying, wipe them tears
Daddy's here, no more nightmares
We gon' pull together through it, we gon' do it
Laney uncles crazy, aint he?
Yeah but he loves you girl and you better know it
We're all we got in this world
When it spins, when it swirls
When it whirls, when it twirls
Two little beautiful girls
Lookin' puzzled, in a daze
I know it's confusing you
Daddy's always on the move, mamma's always on the news
I try to keep you sheltered from it but somehow it seems
The harder that I try to do that, the more it backfires on me
All the things growing up his daddy that he had to see
Daddy don't want you to see but you see just as much as he did
We did not plan it to be this way, your mother and me
But things have gotten so bad between us
I don't see us ever being together ever again
Like we used to be when we was teenagers
But then of course everything always happens for a reason
I guess it was never meant to be
But it's just something we have no control over and that's what destiny is
But no more worries, rest your head and go to sleep
Maybe one day we'll wake up and this will all just be a dream

[Chorus]
Now hush little baby, don't you cry
Everything's gonna be alright
Stiffen that upper lip up little lady, I told ya
Daddy's here to hold ya through the night
I know mommy's not here right now and we don't know why
We feel how we feel inside
It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby
But I promise momma's gon' be alright

It's funny
I remember back one year when daddy had no money
Mommy wrapped the Christmas presents up
And stuck 'em under the tree and said some of 'em were from me
Cuz daddy couldn't buy 'em
I'll never forget that Christmas I sat up the whole night crying
Cuz daddy felt like a bum, see daddy had a job
But his job was to keep the food on the table for you and mom
And at the time every house that we lived in
Either kept getting broke into and robbed
Or shot up on the block and your mom was saving money for you in a jar
Tryna start a piggy bank for you so you could go to college
Almost had a thousand dollars till someone broke in and stole it
And I know it hurt so bad it broke your momma's heart
And it seemed like everything was just startin' to fall apart
Mom and dad was arguin' a lot so momma moved back
On the Chalmers in the flat one bedroom apartment
And dad moved back to the other side of 8 Mile on Novara
And that's when daddy went to California with his CD and met Dr. Dre
And flew you and momma out to see me
But daddy had to work, you and momma had to leave me
Then you started seeing daddy on the T.V. and momma didn't like it
And you and Laney were to young to understand it
Papa was a rollin' stone, momma developed a habit
And it all happened too fast for either one of us to grab it
I'm just sorry you were there and had to witness it first hand
Cuz all I ever wanted to do was just make you proud
Now I'm sittin in this empty house, just reminiscing
Lookin' at your baby pictures, it just trips me out
To see how much you both have grown, it's almost like you're sisters now
Wow, guess you pretty much are and daddy's still here
Laney I'm talkin' to you too, daddy's still here
I like the sound of that, yeah
It's got a ring to it don't it?
Shh, momma's only gone for the moment

[Chorus]

And if you ask me too
Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird
I'mma give you the world
I'mma buy a diamond ring for you
I'mma sing for you
I'll do anything for you to see you smile
And if that mockingbird don't sing and that ring don't shine
I'mma break that birdies neck
I'd go back to the jewler who sold it to ya
And make him eat every carat don't fuck with dad (haha)

This won't be popular with people who like bush....but liberals will love it

$1:

I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America
And to the Republic for which it stands
One nation under God
Indivisible...
It feels so good to be back..

I scrutinize every word, memorize every line
I spit it once, refuel and re-energize and rewind
I give sight to the blind, my insight through the mind
I exercise my right to express when I feel it's time
It's just all in your mind, what you interpret it as
I say to fight, you take it as I'mma whip someone's ass
If you don't understand, don't even bother to ask
A father who has grown up with a fatherless past
Who has blown up now to rap phenomenon that has
Or at least shows no difficulty multi-task
And in juggling both perhaps mastered his craft
Slash entrepreneur who has helped launch a few more rap acts
Who's had a few obstacles thrown his way through the last half
Of his career typical manure moving past that
Mr. kisses ass crack, he's a class act
Rubber band man, yea he just snaps back

[Chorus:]
Come along follow me as I lead through the darkness
As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed
Carry on, give me hope, give me strength
Come with me and I won't steer you wrong
Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through the fog
To the light at the end of the tunnel
We gonna fight, we gonna charge, we gonna stomp, we gonna march
Through the swamp, we gonna mosh through the marsh
Take us right through the doors (c'mon)

All the people up top on the side and the middle
Come together lets all bomb and swamp just a little
Just let it gradually build from the front to the back
All you can see is a sea of people some white and some black
Don't matter what color, all that matters we gathered together
To celebrate for the same cause don't matter the weather
If it rains let it rain, yea the wetter the better
They ain't gonna stop us they can't, we stronger now more than ever
They tell us no we say yea, they tell us stop we say go
Rebel with a rebel yell, raise hell we gonna let em know
Stomp, push, shove, mush, Fuck Bush, until they bring our troops home (c'mon)

[Chorus]

Imagine it pouring, it's raining down on us
Mosh pits outside the oval office
Someone's tryina tell us something,
Maybe this is God just sayin' we're responsible
For this monster, this coward,
That we have empowered
This is Bin Laden, look at his head noddin'
How could we allow something like this without pumping our fists
Now this is our final hour
Let me be the voice in your strength and your choice
Let me simplify the rhyme just to amplify the noise
Try to amplify the times it, and multiply by six...
Teen million people, Are equal at this high pitch
Maybe we can reach alqueda through my speech
Let the president answer a higher anarchy
Strap him with an Ak-47, let him go, fight his own war
Let him impress daddy that way
No more blood for oil, we got our own battles to fight on our own soil
No more psychological warfare, to trick us to thinking that we ain't loyal
If we don't serve our own country, we're patronizing a hero
Look in his eyes its all lies
The stars and stripes, they've been swiped, washed out and wiped
And replaced with his own face, Mosh now or die
If I get sniped tonight you know why,
Cause I told you to fight.

[Chorus]

And as we proceed,
To Mosh through this desert storm,
In these closing statements, if they should argue
Let us beg to differ
As we set aside our differences
And assemble our own army
To disarm this Weapon of Mass Destruction
That we call our President, for the present
And Mosh for the future of our next generation
To speak and be heard
Mr. President, Mr. Senator
Do you guy's hear us...hear us...

more in a bit...

[xerxes]

Here's the song that got the LAPD all hot and bothered:

$1:

Right about now, NWA court is in full effect.
Judge Dre presiding in the case of NWA versus the police department.
Prosecuting attourneys are MC Ren, Ice Cube, and Eazy muthafuckin E.
Order, order, order. Ice Cube, take the muthafuckin stand.
Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth
and nothin but the truth so help your black ass?

Why don't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?

Fuck tha police
Comin straight from the underground
Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown
And not the other color so police think
They have the authority to kill a minority

Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one
For a punk muthafucka with a badge and a gun
To be beatin on, and throwin in jail
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell

Fuckin with me cuz I'm a teenager
With a little bit of gold and a pager
Searchin my car, lookin for the product
Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics

You'd rather see me in the pen
Then me and Lorenzo rollin in the Benzo
Beat tha police outta shape
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape
To tape off the scene of the slaughter
Still can't swallow bread and water

I don't know if they fags or what
Search a nigga down and grabbin his nuts
And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none
But don't let it be a black and a white one
Cuz they slam ya down to the street top
Black police showin out for the white cop

Ice Cube will swarm
On any muthafucka in a blue uniform
Just cuz I'm from the CPT, punk police are afraid of me
A young nigga on a warpath
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath
Of cops, dyin in LA
Yo Dre, I got somethin to say

Fuck the police (4X)






M. C. Ren, will you please give your testimony to the jury about this fucked up incident.

Fuck tha police and Ren said it with authority
because the niggaz on the street is a majority.
A gang, is with whoever I'm stepping
and the motherfuckin' weapon
is kept in a stash box, for the so-called law
wishin' Ren was a nigga that they never saw

Lights start flashin behind me
But they're scared of a nigga so they mace me to blind me
But that shit don't work, I just laugh
Because it gives em a hint not to step in my path

To the police I'm sayin fuck you punk
Readin my rights and shit, it's all junk
Pullin out a silly club, so you stand
With a fake assed badge and a gun in your hand

But take off the gun so you can see what's up
And we'll go at it punk, I'ma fuck you up

Make ya think I'm a kick your ass
But drop your gat, and Ren's gonna blast
I'm sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime
But I'm a smoke em now, and not next time

Smoke any muthafucka that sweats me
Or any assho that threatens me
I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope
Takin out a cop or two, they can't cope with me

The muthafuckin villian that's mad
With potential to get bad as fuck
So I'm a turn it around
Put in my clip, yo, and this is the sound
Ya, somethin like that, but it all depends on the size of the gat

Takin out a police would make my day
But a nigga like Ren don't give a fuck to say

Fuck the police (4X)





I'm tired of the muthafuckin jackin
Sweatin my gang while I'm chillin in the shackin
Shining tha light in my face, and for what
Maybe it's because I kick so much butt

I kick ass, or maybe cuz I blast
On a stupid assed nigga when I'm playin with the trigga
Of any Uzi or an AK
Cuz the police always got somethin stupid to say

They put up my picture with silence
Cuz my identity by itself causes violence
The E with the criminal behavior
Yeah, I'm a gansta, but still I got flavor

Without a gun and a badge, what do ya got?
A sucka in a uniform waitin to get shot,
By me, or another nigga.
and with a gat it don't matter if he's smarter or bigger
[MC Ren: Sidle him, kid, he's from the old school, fool]

And as you all know, E's here to rule
Whenever I'm rollin, keep lookin in the mirror
And there's no cue, yo, so I can hear a
Dumb muthafucka with a gun

And if I'm rollin off the 8, he'll be tha one
That I take out, and then get away
And while I'm drivin off laughin
This is what I'll say

Fuck the police (4X)

The verdict.
The jury has found you guilty of bein a redneck,
whitebread, chickenshit muthafucka.
Wait, that's a lie. That's a goddamn lie.
I want justice! I want justice!
Fuck you, you black muthafucka!

Fuck the police (3X)

[Tricks]

Like Toy Soldiers

$1:

Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down...

[Chorus]
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
But the battle wages on for toy soldiers

[Verse 1]
I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders
I am never supposed to show it, my crew ain't supposed to know it
Even if it means goin' toe to toe with a Benzino it don't matter
I'd never drag them in battles that I can handle unless I absolutely have to
I'm supposed to set an example
I need to be the leader, my crew looks for me to guide 'em
If some shit ever does pop off, I'm supposed to be beside 'em
That Ja shit I tried to squash it, it was too late to stop it
There's a certain line you just don't cross and he crossed it
I heard him say Hailie's name on a song and I just lost it
It was crazy, this shit went way beyond some Jay-z and Nas shit
And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it
I spent too much energy on it, honestly I'm exhausted
And I'm so caught in it I almost feel I'm the one who caused it
This ain't what I'm in hip-hop for, it's not why I got in it
That was never my object for someone to get killed
Why would I wanna destroy something I help build
It wasn't my intentions, my intentions was good
I went through my whole career without ever mentionin' Suge
And that was just out of respect for not runnin' my mouth
And talkin' about something that I knew nothing about
Plus Dre told me stay out, this just wasn't my beef
So I did, I just fell back, watched and gritted my teeth
While he's all over t.v. down talkin' a man who literally saved my life
Like fuck it i understand this is business
And this shit just isn't none of my business
But still knowin' this shit could pop off at any minute cuz

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
There used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme
And wouldn't have to worry about one of your people dyin'
But now it's elevated cuz once you put someone's kids in it
The shit gets escalated, it ain't just words no more is it?
It's a different ball game, callin' names and you ain't just rappin'
We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from happenin'
Me and Dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat with him
And asked him not to start it he wasn't gonna go after him
Until Ja started yappin' in magazines how we stabbed him
Fuck it 50 smash 'em, mash 'em and let him have it
Meanwhile my attention is pullin' in other directions
Some receptionist at The Source who answers phones at his desk
Has an erection for me and thinks that I'll be his ressurection
Tries to blow the dust off his mic and make a new record
But now he's fucked the game up cuz one of the ways I came up
Was through that publication the same one that made me famous
Now the owner of it has got a grudge against me for nothin'
Well fuck it, that motherfucker can get it too, fuck him then
But I'm so busy being pissed off I don't stop to think
That we just inherited 50's beef with Murder Inc.
And he's inherited mine which is fine ain't like either of us mind
We still have soldiers that's on the front line
That's willing to die for us as soon as we give the orders
Never to extort us, strictly to show they support us
We'll maybe shout 'em out in a rap or up in a chorus
To show them we love 'em back and let 'em know how important it is
To have Runyan Avenue, soldiers up in our corners
Their loyalty to us is worth more than any award is
But I ain't tryna have none of my people hurt and murdered
It ain't worth it, I can't think of a perfecter way to word it
Then to just say that I love ya'll too much to see the verdict
I'll walk away from it all before I let it go any further
But don't get it twisted, it's not a plea that I'm coppin'
I'm just willin' to be the bigger man
If ya'll can quit poppin' off at the jaws, well then I can
Cuz frankly I'm sick of talkin'
I'm not gonna let someone elses coffin rest on my conscience cuz

[Zipperfish]

I love the title of this thread - -"A little too simple"

These guys just whine way too much in their songs. Maybe it's the whole teenage angst thing. I was more into senseless violence myself (nihilism by way of Judas Priest, Motorhead, Metallica, to age myself).

Good musicians though, Simple Plan.