Mind racing, feet pacing; gotta get out. because of times waisting.
Gotta get out because I can’t stand this anymore; those the same happenings as times before.
We got to change, it’s not all on them; we got to fight with every limb…
Push, pull do what you gotta do? This is your destiny and its all on you.
Gotta get out I’m tired of this struggle; So I’m coming for mines and I don’t want any trouble; I want it in quantities of double…
I just wanna shine, but I don’t want nothing for free cause Imma work for mine.
But we gotta get up don’t take this shit laying down; hold your head up and smile and never let them see you frown….