How long has that black white and red all over joke been around?
No one above is asking us to tone it down.
You read and write your own and don't report to no editor.
The issue in flames will never be out of print so let it burn.

If you're running to drown those who wanna save you on beaches,
we won't need to read between those lines.
And if you've spilled ink like milk on another man's document well,
I know your problem you know mine.
But it doesn't mean you can cry,
and it doesn't mean we can cry.

We all have some stories holding the weight of newspaper rock.

Imagine this: we're all in the streets chanting I am me, read all about it.
Populous: we must unite for revamping, overthrow he who's mounted.
Discretely pronouncing the heat we surmount.
We stay cold on the east coast and stay winning on the west.

Breaking: None of us are surprised you wrote yourself up in the paper.
Your printless word will be cherished so don't be shameful.
Or maybe you heard your secret whispered in some classified.
If our eyes are open long enough, at last we find,

We all question freedom,
we all got our own way to redefine.
Oh I wanna hear the thoughts of all in my community,
that's how they view me with mine.
But it doesn't mean you can pry,
and it doesn't mean we can pry,
though we all have some stories holding the weight of newspaper rock.