15 dollars and 35 cents    I'm a drink away from a spiritual experience   Rhythm section and a beat up microphone   I keep it under control   God knows but he just aint tellin   I've been down by law from Fort Hill to McClelon      But I gave up all that shit long ago   There's more to life than just screwing up you know      So I hit that mic like a lyrical mopar   Judge jury and executioner      Radio keeps playing but I aint listening   Got a drum kit set up in the corner of the kitchen   I'm just rocking steady while the system broadcasts lies   I'm not getting compromised.      Comin through in that basement style   I'm gonna kick down the walls in that basement style.