Intro: 

Am 
The only cribs that we should care for 
F 
Are the ones that we are here for 
Dm 
The ones belonging to our children 
C                  G/B 
That do that we do, scar from our wounds 

Am 
The only cribs that make a difference 
F 
Where the magic really happens 
Dm 
Don't come with a Mercedes Benz 
C               G/B 
Or a wide screen showing nothing 

Am      Am/G  Am/F  E 
Showing nothing... 

Verse I 

Am 
I'm sick of home control devices 
F 
Sick of sickening home designers 
Dm 
Sick of drugs and gold and strip poles 
C               G/B 
Sick of homies, sick of poses 

Am 
Despite the nodding staff that serves you 
F 
Despite your name on clothes and perfume 
Dm 
Despite the way the press observes you 
C 
You're just people 
G/B 
You're just people 

Am          Am/G  Am/F  E   (x3) 
You're just people... 


[Refrão]

Am 
Successful people 
Am/G 
Dressed up people 
Am/F 
Smiling people 
E 
Famous people 
Am 
Red carpet people 
Am/G 
Wealthy people 
Am/F 
Important people 
E 
But still just people 

Am  Am/G#  Am/G  Am/F# 

Verse II 

Am 
So fuck the million dollar kitchen 
F 
Fuck the Al Pacino posters 
Dm 
Fuck the drugs, the gold, the strip poles 
C               G/B 
Fuck the homies, fuck the poses 
Am 
Fuck the walls they build around them 
F 
Fuck the bedroom magic nonsense 
Dm 
I don't want to hear their voices 
C               G/B 
As long as they vote with their wallets 

Am 
Fuck the silly "throw you out" joke 
F 
Fuck the framed cigar DeNiro smoked 
Dm                             C 
Fuck their lack of originality and personality 
G/B 
Fuck this travesty 
Am 
Fuck this new norm 
Am 
Fuck conformity 
F 
Fuck their Kristal 
F 
Fuck their sordity 
Dm 
Fuck the way they fuck equality 
C 
Fuck their freebie gear 
G/B 
Fuck the ones they wear 

Am          Am/G  Am/F  E    (x6) 
You're just people... 


[Refrão]

Am 
Successful people 
Am/G 
Dressed up people 
Am/F 
Smiling people 
E 
Famous people 
Am 
Red carpet people 
Am/G 
Wealthy people 
Am/F 
Important people 
E 
But still just people 

Bridge 

Dm 
Messed up people 
Dm 
Shallow people 
Am 
Stupid people 
Am 
Plastic people 
G 
Meta people 
G 
Theta people 
C 
Therapyople 
G/B 
Entropiople 

Am   Am/G#   Am/G  Am/F# 

Am                 Am/G# 
Oh, fuck the ones they wear 
Am/G 
I'm cribcaged 
Am/F# 
Cribcaged 

Outro 

Am 
The only cribs that we should care for 
F 
Are the ones that we are here for 
Dm 
The ones belonging to our children 
C               G/B 
That do what we do, scar from our wounds.