Where were we in that past life?
This is no run of the mill fast life
Getting up around seven and getting back past nine
Enough to make the irrational type
Living above our means
When you were never given the chance to grab life
We're suffocating and fighting
To adapt we've learned to gasp right
We don't even need air at this point
Committed no error
Still they wish to blare all of the noise
In hopes to disparage our voice
Still we rejoice in our youth
Though from the fountain we pour
Rains down poison
To our bodies and to the resources we store
We stay cold and report all of the wholesome facades
All in fear of the day when we begin to look like Allah
And maybe some of it is true
And some of it's law
But we can't escape the fact that before we rest we must starve
Are you full of life or full of yourself?
A lot of these starving artists are in need of some help
Help yourself, but if you were eating with God
would you be mad at the fact that you were eating with God?
I don't even need to or believe in a God,
but I believe in what I got to be a piece to be brought
to the table where they'd draw up the peace keeping plot
Instead of letting us hang on and look down to see where
the rest rest in peace from this fraud
Fraudulent is all it is, they've called it quits.
Life is a game and they're saying that we've lost all the chips
Weight on my shoulders makes my body stiff, trapped, and positive that the only way to finish the movie would be to collect a lot of clips
But I've come to gather that they've locked us in
I could not fathom all of the dollars spent
They wish to distract us Lucky for them I want the same for my mother and father
We're taking losses but we never started with options
So I must be an investment
And never the martyr
But then I look back at my stacks of dollars, move on, pop my collar,
I gotta' do what I gotta'