Part 1:
The seats are obsolete yet in tact
The seats are placed apiece in their rows
The seats are barely creaking out a crack
Seems you seldom reap what you sow
I put them on the spotlight steady glow
I feed them, hope they eat, they spit it out
Spraying water at them head to toe
Spraying water hoping that they grow
I don’t sleep, I wait for each of them to sprout
They’re weak, they’ll never leap up with a shout
Tell’em Scream, no one will hear ya underground
The assembly’s planted still, and they won’t budge
Shoot!

Part 2:
Either you appreciate the rap
Or fling dirt on my schemes and hope it dies 'cause
Either you are throwing roses at my
Filthy dirty feet or my casket!