MODERN TIMES

Meditation or medication?

I don't know anymore

Education? Incarceration?

I don't know anymore

There's a line, I think we crossed it

No way over, under, or around it

Not the life your mom and pop lived

Arms and legs inside this ride 'cause

This is modern times in America

Brother got some money and lost his sense of mind

Times in America

If you don't got no fun, she walks away

If you don't got no pill, don't knock on her door

She a robot slave to the cell phone frame, she knows it

And I don't know anymore

There's a line, I think we crossed it

No way over, under, or around it

Not the life your mom and pop lived

Arms and legs inside this ride 'cause

This is modern times in America

Brother got some money and lost his sense of mind

Times in America

Sister got some money and lost her sense of mind

Times in America

Batiste

A tale as old as time

Modern times in America, mass hysteria

Everything blurring on my radio

On my screen, make me wanna go, ah!

In America

Sister got some money and lost her sense of mind

Oh, America

Ooh, we got some money and lost our sense of mind

In America

In America

In America

In America

In America

In America

In America

In America

In America