The Fringe Songtext
von The Procussions

Time to go to work, clock in
Rollin′ up my sleeves a little, slight grin
If they wanna break me, I might bend
Uh, well I guess we gonna have to fight then
Disillusioned old fools, stuck and menial, moonstruck
Usually I'm seeing nothin′ but the back of a tool truck
Believin' I can fix somethin', go
And get somethin′ boy, now fetch that
Cheese on top of that mouse trap, but we ain′t no clown rats
We built this city on soundtracks
And drive the locomotives around that, promoters in town, bruh
Claim to have a stake in it all, yet They only place a stake when the ground's wet
Yeah, a stake when the ground′s wet
And sit and clap with this custodian rap music
They use it for amusement and lack the means to do it and just
Throw a nickel in the hat as a gesture
Caught up a couple peeps showin' they rings to jesters
As that money they bleed before they
Leave, get relieved of these things
Out of need, not of greed, you breed thieves and blame us
Offerin′ a piece of that fame but
The owners of the masses became us, so now what?


What's that? (What′s that?)
They want a little (They want a little)
They want it all (They want it all)
They gonna get it (They gonna get it)
I want a piece of my own, I'm stuck in the middle
I want a piece of my own, I'm stuck in the middle
What′s that? (What′s that?)
I want a little (I want a little)
They got it all (They got it all)
I'm gonna get it (I′m gonna get it)
I'm gonna get it (I′m gonna get it)
I'm gonna get it (I′m gonna get it)
I'm gonna get it (I'm gonna get it)
I′m gonna get it
I′m gonna get it
I'm gonna get it

I got ′em stuck off the purchase price
Hustlin' a verse or twice out of the
Worth of any corny rapper′s merchandise
They out of luck and couldn't work the dice
Bustin′ through the surface ice
Must have been entrustin' in a worse device
Cuz that's folklore, the broke, weary old poor
That′s chokin′ these throats raw and with hope paused
Closed doors and glass ceilings, ash to mask feelings
With a glass half full of that trash and bad dealings
Feelings get made when the minimum wage is
Lower than the minimum for livin' these days is
No wonder why these kids in a daze
They outnumber the rich
But on the fringe, livin′ criminal ways
Not on a hinge where the pendulum sways from these towers
These cowards who bleed these hours to feed power
Ain't a thug I believe in
A drug I could breathe in
Strong enough to beat this love for reason
When everything I′ve heard is perverted
I preserve my words from absurd and blurred verdicts
And curbed service, see it skirted inside of moonlight
Flirtin' with goons, burnin′ spoons, see how the fuse bites
Streets like a balloon fight
Eatin' with two teeth, got two blue feet that don't move right
Extortion, where rappers glorify this misfortune
High born the lies and walk the line of distortion
Get your check voided, payin′ respects to get you exploited
Wet for it, they face death and traded sex for it
Explore it, see the texts get exported
Shit, we egg-nored it, no contest or context for it
Egg-nored it, play it loud and vicarious
Too important to be proud in all carelessness
Some blame rappers but I blame they fans
They folks makin′ a name off the chains of man

What's that? (What′s that?)
They want a little (They want a little)
They want it all (They want it all)
They gonna get it (They gonna get it)
I want a piece of my own, I'm stuck in the middle
I want a piece of my own, I′m stuck in the middle
What's that? (What′s that?)
I want a little (I want a little)
They got it all (They got it all)
I'm gonna get it (I'm gonna get it)
I′m gonna get it (I′m gonna get it)
I'm gonna get it (I′m gonna get it)
I'm gonna get it
I′m gonna get it
I'm gonna get it