One Microphone Song

What of all the games you play?
Am I forgiven for rising to the plate.
Stressy chats, a messy way,
Is not at all what I deliberate.
I am apauled that I associate.
So labelled I lie.

So I'm born to make again.
The same mistakes as all these men.
Judged fast and marker penned.
The last laugh had no intent.
Those wicked words I never meant.
Still labelled I lie.

Someone, somewhere, sold.
Someone, for something gold.
It's all the same, same old same.
Old same old.
And then it's time to go.

We are one, the People, us.
And I am a human being from the planet earth.
You made your world and I made mine.
It's rearranging all the time.
When you die you will be fine.
Just labbelled for now.

Someone, somewhere, sold.
Someone, for something gold.
It's all the same, same old same.
Old same old.
And then it's time to go.
Woah!
And then it's time to go.
And then it's time to go.
And then it's time to go.