We kill ourselves working day-to-day
On the job that don't pay enough to say,
"Man, I feel my worth. I made it to the top."
I can see their pockets are filling out,
But, for me, my pockets are thinning out.
I think it's time to tear the system down, down, down, down.
We ply ourselves with pain relievers
To make our mind its own deceiver.
Can you imagine how I felt
When my world ended, but the rest
Of the world didn't care enough to stop?
I can see their pockets are filling out,
But, for me, my pockets are thinning out.
I think it's time to tear the system down, down, down, down.
When the world begins to take a little,
And you think, "Oh, it's only a little.
I can handle it; I've got more."
Then one morning you wake to find you have nothing left to give.
Nothing to even fill the shoes on the floor,
So when it's all gone, how you gonna find more?
Find a way to get it back, get it back.
Get it back, get it back, get it back.
(Rap)
I just wanna fly away - highway - somewhere I could hide away,
Running from the problems in my life, tryin'a find a way.
Boss in my own right,
A star in my own light,
Seen on the scene,
But when I seal in, it's on-sight (?)
Fallin' from the highest height - terminal velocity
Born as a peasant,
Breakin' rules of aristocracy.
Runaway freight train, ain't nobody stoppin' me
From tearin' down the system 'til there ain't no more monopoly.
Woo-hoo!
When the world begins to take a little,
And you think, "Oh, it's only a little.
I can handle it; I've got more."
Then one morning you wake to find you have nothing left to give.
Nothing to even fill the shoes on the floor,
So when it's all gone, how you gonna find more?
Find a way to get it back, get it back.
Get it back, get it back, get it back.
Through the hunger pains, it's everyday.
Feeds my anger; turn it into rage.
Push my mind to break.
Can you make it stop?
I can see their pockets are filling out,
But, for me, my pockets are thinning out.
I think it's time to tear the system down, down, down, down.
We ply ourselves with pain relievers
To make our mind its own deceiver.
When the world begins to take a little (take a little),
And you think, "Oh, it's only a little (but it's more than that).
I can handle it; I've got more."
Then one morning you wake to find you have nothing left to give.
Nothing to even fill the shoes on the floor,
So when it's all gone, how you gonna find more?
Find a way to get it back, get it back.
Get it back, get it back, get it back!
Get . . . it . . . back.
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