Floundering

Oh well, the shit pile caught on fire, seems like natural selection
Property values were plummeting anyway
Didn’t they hear their people say can’t we all just get along?
Sounds good to me as long
As you stay in your shitty and now crispy little town
Whose fault was it when South Central burned to the ground?
Judicial rape perpetrated by the state?
Two hundred or so years of stored up rage?
It’s something that I think about, how upset people are
And I haven’t any reason to complain
Plenty of good food, good friends, a nice apartment to live in
And still I don’t feel all that great
I’m content but I’m not satisfied
Makes it hard to live your fucking life
TV and a six pack dictate my day
I’m stupid, soft, and lazy, I forgot how to be brave
And it looks I’ll never have to learn
Complacency’s the smoke alarm that ensures that white cities never burn