You don’t have to pack gats and act like a jack ass/
Just to have cash, and have fun, and rap fast./
Most cats act like life is a game of Black Jack,/
Just sit back, pass gas, and watch Jack Black./
Fat cats who gamble upon the NASDAQ/
Can’t imagine what it must be like to rock a back pack./
And that’s that, when the rubber band snaps back,/
Half of those cats are gonna crash in the back lash./

Then the have nots and crack pots who lacked Gods,/
Who were called trash, and street rats, and vagabonds,/
Who broke backs for cash crops in bad jobs,/
Who got harassed for black skin by bad cops,/
Who got rationed Aspirin and backwash,/
Who got trapped in, wrapped up, and spat on,/
Who got laughed at, cut down, and shat on’ll/
Be glad life made them that strong./
Sittin’ in your desk, stapler in your hand,/
Dazed and afraid, getting raped by the man./
Should be stayin’ up late getting laid while you can,/
But you go to sleep at 8 just to wake up. Damn…/
What stamina…What is this magic that has bedazzled us?/
Tryna add it up, but man I seems to lack the abacus./
Salmon slippin’ slowly up stream for the spawn,/
Stranded in a silly little dream. What’s wrong?/
Pawns, caffeine, machines, and dumb blondes,/
Mobs, campaigns, complaints, and young moms,/
Bombs, stampedes, police, and drunk slobs./
Slums, guns, drugs that fund the bunk laws./
One fraud, one unsung façade./
A one world government, a brotherhood of Gods./
Odd… It’s almost like we’re taught to be flawed./
It’s almost like we’re taught to be caught in the cogs./
Jog… For God’s sake, go for a jog./
No, for real, step outside, and go walk your dog!/
It’s so damn hot, I’da thought we’d be thawed./
I’da thought we’d be conscious of this, but we’re not./
If we are then it seems like a lot have forgotten,/
But honestly I’ve gotten just a little sick o’ watchin./
Toxins, lost in a box we been locked in,/
But I won’t let what stopped them stop Zen./

No, but honestly, I’m really kinda curious./
Put your fists up in the sky if you’re furious./
Honestly, I’m really kinda curious./
Put your fists up in the sky if you’ll resist./
Talkin’ honestly, I’m really kinda curious./
Put your fists up in the sky if you’re furious./
And, honestly, I’m really kinda curious./
Put your fists up in the sky if you’ll resist./

I got a nervous twitch, and a limp from the business./
Tired of the pimps and the chimps speakin’ jibberish./
Little kids raised bein’ bathed in the ignorance./
Simpletons couldn’t get paid to give a shit./
Got a wish list which grows longer every day,/
And the first thing on the list is called change./
There’s a broad range of ways that we could foster this./
Turn the long list of our wishes into accomplishments./
Starts with a fist clenched tight with conviction./
Starts with a spark and a mark and a mission./
Starts with a hard departure from the system./
Starts with a heart and a will to just listen./
Starts with a vision, but where does it end?/
I suppose on you that depends./
Starts with a vision, but where does it end?/
I suppose, my friend, that depends./

Starts with a fist clenched tight with conviction./
Starts with a spark and a mark and a mission./
Starts with a hard departure from the system./
Starts with a heart and a will to just listen./
Starts with a vision, but where does it end?/
I suppose that depends./
Starts with a vision, but where does it end?/
On you, my friend, that depends./