Step Up
I’m on a losing streak
Every move that I make only seems to get beat.
I don’t let it get to me, though
I know I’ll find a way to get back on my feet.
Wow, the audacity
Keeping me in tow
Just to uncover its majesty
I’m quite unique like that
Keeping you in trance
While I’m speaking my peace
It’s a real travesty
Unable to recognize the person staring back at me
Oh, the agony
The man, he’s standing right there in front of me
His eyes are wise
But hold a great deal of mystery
Kind of like a hybrid dispensary
Under lock and key
Steady have you jonesing
For some controversy
Something to help forget about strike one, two, and three.
By the way, can something please be done about all the brutality?
I need to get some sleep
But sometimes your thoughts can keep you up on your feet
Trying to figure it out
How to get from A to B
and not go without
Doing it instinctively
Whether or not your in doubt
Respectfully speaking of course
Wouldn’t want to make waves
Or treat life like a sport
Where last is first
Somewhere, a Cockeyed Cucamonga
Is dying of thirst
Everywhere there is water
But not a drop to drink
Volcano’s about to erupt
Shedding light for a second before you realize it’s corrupt
The whole **** things a sham
Beating down my door like I’m in high demand
Just because that you can?!
Enough is enough
Time to step up or die trying
It is a choice, I have my voice
So why is it that I’m still here deciding?