• Artist: BUNKS
  • Title: Generica
  • Genre: Pop - Pop/Modern, Hip Hop - Pop/Modern
  • Mood: Down/Dark/Melancholic
  • Speed: Medium Slow (63-78)
  • Instruments: Electronic Sounds/Noises, Acoustic Piano, Strings, Loops/Samples, Keyboards/Organs
  • Track type: Lyric - Full Length
  • Date added: 4/19/2012
  • Lyric themes: Change, Frustration, Political Criticism, Country, Conformity
  • Lyrics: Welcome to Generica, born and raised, Where we see the same junk like every day, From the East to the West, every city the same, We’re so tired of vanilla, we’re so sick of the plain. Let me take you to a place you might know quite well, Generica, USA, land of the sell, Home of the greedy, take-it-all, without no fail, It’ll cost you a dollar just to in and exhale, Through tooth and nail we keep scratching to make these worlds gel, Will we ever make it? Only time will tell, Now that big box has got free reign, we sold our soul, Forget what you’re told, there’s no necessity to fit the mold, You know that everything that shimmers isn’t diamonds and gold, We wrap ourselves in nothing less than silver and cold, For a man of twenty-five, I am feeling so old, Weight of the world is on my shoulders, what a burden to hold, But what’s the goal? I know the means, but not the end, I pray to God that change will come against the wind, Against the grain is where I stay and where I keep my pen, No matter what the rules, they’ll never keep me pinned. Ordinary storks and fairies, From city to city, places stay the same, Original must no longer be, part of the game, I’m tired of the stories and the lack of change, Better off living far from mainstream, Society systems will collapse in the end, Concentrated plans, underground, night teams, Winning gold medals for our dreams, plenty green, Stuck in Generica, the price that we scream, Fiends getting sick when they don’t get paid, Sold their soul, now they’re working for minimum wage, How does that comply with America’s age? Uncle Sam’s ideas filled the millionth page, This box is unlocked so I close the rage, Release through music till we set the proper stage. I’ve been traveling for days, every city looks the same, Wal-Mart, Starbucks, stores lined up in chains, Manufactured to the grave, corporations rule the stage, Blueprints photocopied so to structure the maze, Pay for your food and hunt for the cash, I think there’s something backwards about the picture, look to the past, We used to be self-sustained; now we’re forced to be dependent, On a system that was founded on the freedom of religion? Now its safe to say that down the line the vision was skewed, Its time to break down the mold and try something new, I’ve been a thousand miles and back looking for change, Welcome to Generica where it’s all made the same, But outsourced to cheap labor, overseas, making bank, Force your style upon the world and watch their faces turn blank, Consequences lead to actions when the people irate, How much farther can we go before the love turns to hate?
  • Keywords: sad, rap



Murfreesboro, TN United States


Riding high off their placement in the Top 3 of Rutherford Weekend?s Battle of the Bands 2009 where these Hip Hop heads left a crowd full of rock and country fans saying ?you guys ROCK!? the BUNKS are back at it with their eighth album since 2003, Soul Rebel Music.

www.bunksmuzak.com for more info.

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