A Wake

[Intro: Evan Roman]

I need love

You need love

Give me love

And I'll give you my love

[Verse 1: Macklemore]

They say thirty's the new twenty

And twenty's the new thirty, shit, I guess

Makes sense, 'cause fifteen-year-olds seem twenty

And twenty-five-year-olds seem ten

I used to drink away my paycheck

Celebrate the mistakes I hadn't made yet

Our generation isn't the best on safe sex

We forget the latex, becoming Planned Parenthood patients

Synthetic heroin is the new basehead

So much to escape, fuck a straight edge

Walk around looking through a fake lens

Apps this good, who's got time to make friends?

I wish I didn't care

If cynical hipsters with long hair and cocaine problems like my music

It's not my issue, I can't solve it, yeah

[Chorus: Evan Roman]

Said my flight has finally landed down

And the ground has stopped moving all around

Eyes open, awake for the very first time

We both forfeit this game of crime

[Verse 2: Macklemore]

They say, "It's so refreshing to hear somebody on records

No guns, no drugs, no sex, just truth"

The guns, that's America, the drugs are what they gave to us

And sex sells itself, don't judge 'til it's you

Uh, I'm not more or less conscious

Than rappers rapping 'bout strippers up on a pole, poppin'

These interviews are obnoxious

Saying that "It's poetry, you're so well spoken," stop it

I grew up during Reaganomics

When Ice T was out there on his killing cops shit

Or Rodney King was getting beat on

And they let off every single officer

And Los Angeles went and lost it

Now every month there's a new Rodney on YouTube

It's just something our generation is used to

In neighbourhoods where you never see a news crew

Unless they're gentrifying, white people don't even cruise through

And my subconscious telling me stop it

This is an issue that you shouldn't get involved in

Don't even tweet "R.I.P Trayvon Martin"

Don't wanna be that white dude million-man marching

Fighting for a freedom that my people stole

Don't wanna make all my white fans uncomfortable

"But you don't even have a fuckin' song for radio

Why you out here talking race, trying to save the fucking globe?"

Don't get involved if the cause isn't mine

White privilege, white guilt, at the same damn time

So we just party like it's 1999

Celebrate the ignorance while these kids keep dying

[Chorus: Evan Roman]

My flight has finally landed down

And the ground has stopped moving all around

Eyes open, awake for the very first time

We both forfeit this game of crime

[Outro: Evan Roman]

I need love

You need love

Give me love

And I'll give you my love