Can you
picture my odyssey?
Ride
beyond all the hallucin’?
Cause these
are days of retribution;
Anarchy’s
a trifling institution.
Gotta
plunge the blades of a hunting knife
Straight
down the guts of strife.
But meanwhile,
I spy
the hordes of change beating a path
Down to
my doorstep.
Pass me
the world I’ll take it in my stride
And ride
till you see the pride in my step.
Does it
look like I’m playing to you?
Sorry,
you haven’t got a clue.
Stand
around.
Things are
gonna start dropping in this town
Cause I’m
running ignorance down.
Oppose me
if you dare.
About time
someone got to believing
Ain’t
waiting for no handouts gotta git moving.
I keep
pressin’,
Circumstances
trying to break me,
Popular
opinion irritating me.
But I feel
the rush of adrenaline to the head.
Bet you
was thinking I wouldn’t come again, dude.
Well, I’m
sorry, you haven’t got a clue.
I flaunt
patience when dealing with gentlemen
But I flush
sentiments.
I got
dreams of the mountaintop
And I won’t
be back until I hit my call.
Life’s
a marathon
Gotta be
the runner overdosing on spunk.
I’m a
pro
And this
one’s for the show.
Gotta run
this lil circus outa town,
Put you
on a real hero shakedown.
Guess
what else I’m about to do?
Oops! I’m
sorry, you haven’t got a clue.
Akpan
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