I was sold off a river bed The stories were told and ideas flowed Now that you’re wasting Now that you are cleaning everyone that’s close to you Running away, escaping your fate, hold onto weakness Leaving it all, leaving it all up for today (debate) Don’t hate me, mistake me, what I do you call it A pretty crime you’re missing the point We’re better off this way then with you my friend So don’t hate me, mistake me, you’re no longer there