Every day I brace my shoulders to take the weight,
Of the world, cut my nose off to spite my own face,
Fam don’t understand, nor really do mates,
Ladies sense danger, no need to give chase,
These erroneous fools with all their codes and rules,
Used to be they were just feeding me fuel,
But now I’m getting suffocated,
Lack of oxygen will leave a fire dissipated,
Oxymorons used by little prissy fakers,
Break us down slow, live fast die young,
Or survive at a snail’s pace sedated by rum,
Or beer or Guinnesses,
Look here at what your business is,
“No, I’m watching telly,
Drinking wine and making Christmas lists,”
It’s bullshit, I try to rise above,
But I can’t levitate with no intimate love,
I truly do appreciate my friends’ affectionate hugs,
But older lonely burns me colder,
Only turning to thug.

(Hook)
I need to slow down, calm down, take a step back,
Avoid the showdowns, clowns get no respect back,
Down in the dumps every day I often get,
That’s why I express myself on these blessed tracks.

(Verse 2)
I live a pitiful little existence,
A victim of myself trying to fight the system,
Resistance is futile against the beast,
The cogs keep turning, the machines leech the peeps,
Evil creeps no more, it stands proud and blatant,
Even some of the religious ones are feeding Satan,
I’m losing my patience, ready for battle stations,
But whose mates are they? Not mine, at their cattle stations?
I intend to rattle cages, by the end it’s going to be outrageous,
Going round the bend, revolutionary spirit,
Ageless lyrics, can you hear it, flowing mind to pen to paper,
Ostentatious never, laters if you are, it aint clever,
And it aint big, I’d like to split some wigs,
Right now, but I’m better than that so I spit sick,
I still flip, occasionally bust a few heads,
But the preference would be to just bun a few instead.

I need to slow down, calm down, take a step back,
Avoid the showdowns, clowns get no respect back,
Down in the dumps every day I often get,
That’s why I express myself

Please excuse the excess procrastination,
I’m trying to reflect on the X-generation,
Or generation X and the one that came next,
The one that I came from and the next generation,
The one that will take off from where we help place them,
The lines that we draw, they’re likely to trace them,
I’m not saying it’s good to encase them,
Encapsulated safety will only isolate them,
Help to displace them, no longer sisters and brothers,
This could be possible with excess cover,
Instead demonstrate how to relate to one another,
Respectfully, encourage open hearts and never smother,
The parts of us that help us to discover,
What we are, true self-expression,
Education through setting,
Positive examples, raise the bar, next level,
Just truth, letting go of our suffering and scars.

(Hook)
We need to slow down, calm down, take a step back,
Let the world chill out for a while and let that,
Lift us up past historical setbacks,
It’s a code that increasingly frequently gets cracked. (repeat)