How'd you like to take me under
That all locked-up city?
Heard about what you're doing down there
But try and bring me up to speed
Is there somewhere we could talk freely?
Suspend my disbelief

It's downright unconscionable
You feel me? Don't let em get you down
They hold you tight, and they call it legal
You feel me? Don't let em get you down

Yeah you know me the printing press
With no circulation
A club Pa without a low end
Can you hear me out there?

It's downright unconscionable
You feel me? Don't let em get you down
They hold you tight, and they call it legal
You feel me? Don't let em get you down

In this heavy state, nah, I don't feel right
No kind of altitude seems to make it right
A healthy heart cannot make it right
Even the brush of you does not make it right
A boring wealth doesn't make it right
A graceful wealth does not make it right
My good words do not make it right
But if I put it like this, you know I think I might

It's downright unconscionable
You feel me? Don't let em get you down
They hold you tight, and they call it legal
You feel me? Don't let em get you down