In the Liberty High School Band.

You may know me for standing on the sideline.

I just really hate band.

It's just not fine.

It's as messed up as my un-edged hairline.

The band program don't even care for us.

Not even a little bit

They're a bunch of hypocrites.

Their morals are twisted.

Very inconsistent

They say that inconsistency causes stress.

But they're consistently inconsistent - what they do best

Setting us all for unsuccess

Life on the sideline was very hard.

Not very easy to stand with a bunch of retards.

I should've gotten a spot.

I always make my dots.

I should've marched - program screwed so I'm not.

Band is such a waste of time

To be on the sideline

Don't even get paid a dime

I'd paid six hundred; didn't sign up for this

Romo gets millions

I am so pissed! (Wow!)

Now I must deal with all these jokes.

People makin' off the field jokes. (Yeah)

Drivin' me insane, they all deserve to choke.

(I'm tired of being a joke.)

Some may think that I am a queer

I must tell you something that's been unclear.

I'd like to express myself, I'm an individual

I'm into 'viduality

It's in my reality

Part of my mentality

No time for people's brutality.

How can I get through people's thick heads?

You shall not define man . . .

For where he stands.

I know who I am. 

Get with the program.

I am very misunderstood

But it is all good

I'm a little esoteric

Not very generic

Don't you dare label me!

I can be who I wanna be.

One day you will see . . .

My life on the sideline

Doesn't define.

Why do they mess with me?

Why can't they let me be?

Stop using the sideline

To define.

I'm a prisoner of band

A prisoner of the sideline

Even a prisoner of my troubled mind.

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Now I have a confession

I deal with oppression

Band gives me depression.

My section makes me wanna jump . . .

Off the bus and kill myself.

(May not rhyme, but as Chance The Rapper would say, "The truth doesn't always rhyme. ")

Band's screwing with my sanity.

What's wrong with humanity?

Blacks have a 1 in 3 chance to go to jail.

But killing myself will send me straight to hell. (I'm already in hell - it's band. )

Deep inside my soul I knew I cannot give up.

So screw band!

Nobody gonna tell me where to stand.

Nobody can define who I am.

I set the tones.

I'm CrispyToneJones.

Nobody tells me what to do . . .

So screw you.

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