Where To Go
you all know that feeling
when you're fed up with all you're dealing
ready to make a run and escape
dont forget that gun and a cape
people break it down, they call it fate
i say drop that frown forget the second rate
Feeling full of trife, slipping through the cracks
looking at your life,
relax... relax...
were out here with the real life hacks
get off the sack and bring it back
cause all you have is a lack, of direction,
find that track, motivation
stop staring at them racks, rack your brain and get them stacks
relax.. relax...
and get them stacks.
you all know that feeling
when you're fed up with all you're dealing
ready to make a run and escape
dont forget that gun and a cape,
what are you going to do?
what's the next step?
are you going to fall through
or are you building that rep
all it takes is left right left
keep moving forward
or rob yourself, you can call it theft
is there a goal your running toward
or are you still, you can call it next best
are you scared to put yourself to the test
would you rather sit back and rest
stuck in slow mo, no where to go,
you're just an average joe, an every day john doe,
so what/ who cares? you should, feel the flow and let yourself grow.
relax.. relax..
and get them stacks.
Copyright © Christopher Randall | Year Posted 2015
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