We’re designers of our own fates, despite our lifespans
From every little rich kid to those sitting in the cans
All of these hardships make us grow to fill the pants
Of our grown superior selves, gotta work we cant just prance
We gotta fight for our growth, can’t you hear me pant?
Trying to catch my breath after all my daily rants.
Trying to stay pure with leaders dirtier than rats
So I denounce all my leaders, I’ll find my own path
With an energy not seen before, fury like this hell doth not have
I’ll paint my future so vivid with a paintbrush in my hands
Paint over all mishaps, in other words ill reprimand
The world will hear my calls; adhere to my list of demands
The world is very windy, so don’t try to make some fans
By selling yourself cheap, you’re no piece of meat little lamb
There’s a flow of inner-thought everytime I write a rhyme
My heart can shake the Earth; earthquake at magnitude 9
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