The problem with society's been how do we teach
And if they'll believe.
We'll fight this battle for years to come
Until we only accept that we can stand on our own.

Rip off the youth, hands empty, worked them too the bone
Provide his family with a happy home, alone.

Don't take your oppression out on me.
My old man is all I'm meant to be.
This common place is so lazy or tired
All your ideas are so plainly uninspired.
Takes more than one idea
More than one percent to fight the fight
How many times have you taught and not conspired?

Don't wanna be, they never say
But don't call us the liars

We've walked these alleys a thousand times
And scattered around a thousand lies.
They are trying to hold you till your night may
be hard but keep your feet on the ground.
Why don't I have the finest things that others have?
The chance is there if you want it all that bad.
So bad.