I'm kissing your million dollar grin You're knocking and I'm gonna let you in I'm basking in charisma when your gesture commands I'm shaking your over-shaken hand So when will the faces of the people we all see Above the headlines resemble somebody like me? His collar's whiter than his skin like predesecors past He got no check on the ballot I cast Debating on nothing good for us It's over, who needs your fuckin' trust I'm asking for charisma and I see you're like the rest Telling me to fuck off; who'd ever guess? Here's smoke up your ass