Don't Open The Door, You Might Let In The Gusto Testo

We ain't nothin', no we ain't shit.
Never compared, no higher power to believe in.
But who are you to tell me I am wrong?
I simply brush it off and just keep on striving on

But they say there will be nothing left for you and me
They say restraints are what will set me free
But closed minds, closed doors is all I see
What do you expect from me
We ain't nothing, but we know just where we stand
I find indiscriminace, I find contentment
But there is a movement, not just noise
So get on your knees and pray your life away

You wanna try to chance me
But you politics are deranged
So you can try and try and try again