Bring Back The Music (feat. D-Sisive) - Sweatshop Union

All I see is Jersey Shore and these stupid Diddy shows

Really though, get 'em on a different channel

You can soak up all the so-called reality you can handle

Because I don’t give a shit about the crib Nelly lives in

Or what’s in his fridge, in his kitchen

It make me wanna turn off my television

It’s all irrelevant bullshit, man, I’m telling you

Can’t stand the smell of it

I mean, really?

What kind of world is this?

They give their time to Girlicious

Instead of giving it to legitimate artists

That work hard & put their world hearts in this shit

I wish they could see that and bring the old MTV back

With no video’s, it’s like an empty weed sack — it’s useless

So bring back the music, if y’all refuse to do it

We can always YouTube shit, but still…

Now…

Video killed the radio star

And kids won’t turn their stereo’s on

Kids need something to view the auto-tune in

I write these words and bare my whole heart

Expose my soul over beats I flow on

And hope they evoke emotions

And open up ears that yesterday were roped off

Closed minds only pay attention to the co-signs

And clothing designs

While the op-pest dies

I hope that mine, can find in my home to rotate

I know, I don’t quite fit the mode, no

But why should I live below the so-so's?

I won’t swallow the soil of those holding the spoons

Forced down your throats

No…