Everybody wants to be the greatest
The pressure on the lesser has us aching to be weightless
Some are quit indifferent
They fight until they die
Others go through life never questioning why

Coming down frown the clouds but im not a deity  
let these monkeys of my back they make a mess exceedingly;
He was tryna get ready
They spin ya mind in circles like the fork in the spaghetti;
Leading kids astray nowadays like the piper
Foolish if you feeling condescending cuz your skins lighter

He often dreamed of a place
Where status wasn't governed by your money or your ''race''
Where humans left their gripes in the dirt with the dead
Instead of slicing brothers throats to eat and get ahead