look, i been working hard so long,
i forgotten why i started writing songs in the first place
back when i still played guitar,
that was art for myself, but that stopped when i heard wayne
i thought, it really is a damn shame -
we ravage the planet, they rap about cocaine
but it makes perfect sense to me,
because those drugs get us free mentally, while we're in this cage
so i picked up the mic to sing rewild or die,
but it come off like senseless rage
like i'm pissed off perpetually,
i push my writtens so hard that the pencil breaks
i need space, try to meditate, get my head straight,
then it's back to the pen like i caught a case
and when i'm out on the empty stage,
i get afraid, like i never think anybody's listening
we wanted freedom - we got a wage
it don't matter what they pay us, we're all enslaved
i love life, but it’s often painful,
i’m feeling lame, heart broke in the worst shape
like i'm cursed with the mark of cain
cause when i let these people see my face they walk away
and everybody else saying that he gone insane
like, is zack still at it? that's a goddamn awful shame
thought he was going places
my, how things change
he was so bright, now he seems so gray
he going on how society is unsustainable,
all along he remain the same
i’m raying lord, will you come and save me, please?
what i preach about and what i sing about is sounding crazy
all i can see is the storm and the pouring rain
all they see is talent gone down the gutter drain
fuckin' a
i'll be damned if i'm not ashamed
i’m not saying it's not bad but it's all ok, trust,
i'm just going at my own pace, plus,
i always knew my path would be complicated
it's all a struggle, aint it? that's why we stuck with strain
just have a look at what we lost when we sought to gain
all i wanna do is offer change
and foster faith in the planet while y'all run away

so would you run away?
i’m afraid what you’re gonna say
but i can't pitch another game
one trick pony from the stable to the fucking stage
i just want to run away from it
i can't say what i feel cause i fear what they think
i stand tight-lipped til i got a mic and spit
one trick pony from the cradle to the fucking grave

i been making songs so long,
i forgotten what it's like to be quiet for a evening
it's been a long while since i held my tongue,
i'm trying to be comfortable with silence like a peaceful chief
i’m high, then i feel god-like, i fear desire,
so i speak like the people's priest on it
but nope, i am no better, satan got me fiending for the cheddar,
my debit on negative balance
like my mind’s eye’s teasing me,
cause I'll be pious till the need for an evil deed seizes me
i see the game as everything else seems to be:
just a distraction from what is really happening
and i'm on the sidelines of it, clapping starter-shot cap guns,
pop, tryna reckon with the referees
i’m making points they cannot refute,
but they gon choose who they want,
i cheer for defeated teams worldwide
i'm sure i was sent to earth from heaven
with a mission to reverse blindness
in my peer group, so lend an ear to this
half-baked cockeyed optimist on stage
i'm here to help you see clearer like a mirror,
aware of the facts,
i could give 'em to you nightly like a news crew
calm as a killer
obviously more relevant than any rapper that you're used to
but most slept on
like the staircase i could take you there, but i just get stepped on
what i spit it, they gon get it, then i’m gon regret it
cause i made the audience so sad with depressing songs
but who else really talking about the biggest picture?
we dont know how to save the world, well it’s not a mystery
i’m on a mission to tell anybody listening:……….!!!!
fuck it i forgot again