CHORUS:
Who you faking for?
If you had a plan, who'd you break it for?
We'll never have peace if we're afraid of war,
so what you waiting for? What you waiting for?

When I grab the mic,
I don't have to lie.
I be standing tough for the last in line
and I can carry light,
but with this ladder to climb,
might as well give up on convincing y'all
I'm actually right.
Ain't in that competitive rapping,
y'all can master your rhymes
and crab-bucket till you drastically die -
I ain't apt to comply.
That shit is bad for the mind.
Look, the game is a trap and we're blind.
We're scrapping while they capitalize
on our complacency; we battle while they factionalize.
It's all a waste, we need the planet
but we're still increasing damage. We could handle it;
our generation has to arise.
But they put us out to pastoralize.
We herd each other like the shepherd and the cattle combined.
Just ring the rattle, we'll be happy to follow
like a lamb to the slaughter.
Families fight, man and wife.

CHORUS

So what you waiting for,
a written invitation or a closed door?
Better make a move while your pulse course,
cause I am so sure that if we go forward on this path
we'll be sad ‘cause we've grown soft,
and when we go we'll reflect from post-consciousness
on how we lived and what we did to hold onto this
beautiful vision, like we think we all are living large -
we all are given life:
we all are beaten hard.
Now we only seem to focus on the prison yard,
like who is cool with whom,a
and who is hot or not.
Y'all, do you and go get high and feel awesome.
We are all falling victim to the conflicts
that plague our planet.
We are killers with these habits.
We have seriously sabotaged
everything we haven't wrecked.
Everyone has massive scars
along their shackled necks.
We live our lives in the pen,
wives and men.

CHORUS