Verse 1:
I turn the TV on
Lookin’ at Mike and man I can’t believe he gone
I was having such a good day
Was ‘bout to write in my book
Say a few good things about the hood aye
So much for that though, too many channels
I'm tryna run away from this image but I can’t though
They show his face and the date that he came
With a dash and a date and his name
What a shame as I stare at the glass
As somebody who lived inside they say he passed
A heart attack? C’mon, that’s all he had?
Cats fly on the tube, they can bring the artist back
What’s up with these sad looks, man I don’t feel right
Man you would swear this TV was real life
In real life the real Mike is still alive
But when the TV’s on they say he died, why?

Chorus:
I turn the TV on and now I’m stressed out
Turned a good day to a mess now
I turn the TV on and now I’m feeling low
Tryna forget but it’s difficult
I turn the TV on and here we go again
Another gone in the blowin’ wind
When I turn the TV on it’s so hard
Every time I turn the TV on
Verse 2:
I turn the TV on, now they tellin’ me we in a depression
They say the consumers don’t wanna buy
If you was to wonder why, my first guess everybody is stressin’
Economy threatened by gluttony, greed and the companies
All this I see on TV and the luxury
Of my own home and the screen keeps buggin’ me
I just wanna scream at the screen here in front of me
And yet some of me fights ‘cause I wanna see
Standin’ up like I’m out man I’m gonna leave
I oughta leave, it’s hauntin’ me, tauntin’ me
This inanimate object as strong as me
Man I got songs to write, books to read yo
I can’t be spendin' my night lookin’ at Tivo
My ego ain’t enough tonight
‘cause even though I got stuff to write
I turn the TV on

Chorus:
I turn the TV on and now I’m stressed out
Turned a good day to a mess now
I turn the TV on and now I’m feeling low
Tryna forget but it’s difficult
I turn the TV on and here we go again
Another gone in the blowin’ wind
When I turn the TV on it’s so hard
Every time I turn the TV on
Verse 3:
I turn the TV on and can’t believe these songs that I be hearin’
It’s not in sync with other channels ‘cause everyone is glad so
If things ain’t all good you’d swear it
Same old videos, so called singers that can’t sing
Rappers that can’t rap, he pourin’ out champagne
I try to remind myself that they’re not real
‘cause in the real world, entertainers got skill
It’s so stupid I mute it, I can’t fast forward
But I’m the one that turned it on, I asked for it
Now I’m upset once again with this window
But this time I’m leaving and picking up the pen though
I write a song on the way the television works
Had me mad or depressed each different verse
I hear the words, that’s a easy song
But first I gotta turn the TV off