Letra da Música: Throw Your Complaints In a Box - Kungfu Rick

black infested.
another day of cheap talk stored in a paper box.
nailed to the ground.
misinterpret every word.

put downs come in every word.
it's so hard to find the point when all of us have our different stories.
anger depression and hate.
these are the products we incoroporate.
it's not the town or the rest of chicago.
it is the whole world and the mood on the planet.
we need to get our shit together.
drop our acts and come together.