If you aren't gonna be a peer,
I'd suggest you disappear.

I woke up one morning,
Before the crack of dawn,
Where the air was icy cold,
And the living were deadly silent.

Wanting to release this fire in me,
I did the only thing I could achieve.

The path blurred below me,
Blood pumping with adrenaline,
Thumps echoed in my ears,
Beats of sweat roll down my forehead.

And for a moment I felt invincible,
Like I myself was the only limit,
For nothing could stop me.

So much work everyday,
Yet I can't back away.
So much stress,
Can't the work be any less.
Ain't making much progress
Won't reach success
Because procrastination is what I possess.
The work may depress,
Due to the amount being excess.
Is the person obsessed?
The work, I'm impressed.
Having up 'till recess.
I gotta confess,
That's right you can guess.
What you're thinking, yes.
I'm in such a distress,
Everything's in a mess.
If only the work were lesser,
Everything will be better.

I can do it all, I can be the one
I can be the son to a father, a father to a son.
I can be the bullets to the gun, the clouds to the sun,
The solos just begun, so while you still can, run.

I can lead the way, I can be the say,
I can do the pay, the only leader to your play,
I can be okay, mask it with my bouquet day by day
I'm the one who slays, you stay and pray I'll be safe within the prey

I'm astray, I'm lost, you're blocking my way,
I'm left outcast here, a needle in the hay,
Now stop, replay and look back at the days,
Where you did the same, hey look it's starting again, touché.