I'm kissing your million dollar grin

You're knocking and I'm gonna let you in

I'm basking in charisma when your gesture commands

I'm shaking your over-shaken hand



So when will the faces of the people we all see

Above the headlines resemble somebody like me?

His collar's whiter than his skin like predesecors past

He got no check on the ballot I cast



Debating on nothing good for us

It's over, who needs your fuckin' trust

I'm asking for charisma and I see you're like the rest

Telling me to fuck off; who'd ever guess?



Here's smoke up your ass