It's about time,
Time to recognize the thing in front of your face,
That determines where you're placed,
Right here and now...
Are you happy, content and satisfied,
With the stressful upkeep on telling a lie,
About your job ir relationship,
With whom the migraine keeps you sick?
Paralyzed with fear of change,
Or rejection but shit remains,
The same struggle, the same complaint,
Acting like demons representing saint's,
Break free from chains you created,
Throw it 'round your neck and let it hang low,
Make a move besides your mouth cuz your agitated,
Drop that mic, let it hit the floor