Chronic

I'm scared of never doing what I said I'd do
I'll tear down your dreams if it means you'll got school
I'm scared of doing things I said I'd never do
I don't care just as long as you don't make yourself a fool
I have this need this drive to fully feel alive I'd like to
See you try to deny our truth of the fire that burns inside you
We need this, we breathe it, we see it, believe it
I know that you think that we cannot survive if
We don't have a degree in the field of our choice
But well figure it out with the noise we
Make, we create the sounds of tomorrow
We can be the future Michael Jackson or Macero
No, you can't, it's barely even plausible
The chances of us making it is next to impossible
Cause it seems to me that the industry is not looking for artistry
Only potential money in an artist that is willing to
Sign away their soul to the dollar bill and gold
Bow down to the heart and soul of luxury and coal
There's a scarcity of artists that are doing well in the market
And you are only starting to see the iceberg and you'll drown in
The waters of the cold corporate world of the industry
And you'll never make it, just listen to me
Wait hold on a minute now stop talking and listen to me
Cause everything that you just said comes from a place of fear
That's no way to live our life and the coming year
I know that you are scared that we will crash and burn
But that's part of the game so we have to rise from the ashes
And you're wrong, we've got the world in our palms
All we need is a little mojo and we will make it
I know that we've gotta pray hard and work hard toward the goal of
Selling out arenas sharing our music for the entire world and
Touching the souls of millions, giving our dollars in billions
To those that need it more than I do
No no oh oh oh, no listen to yourself
Talking about we are gonna make it
But you don't even know where it is
So, give it up, give it up, give it up now
You don't even have a plan yourself
You said yourself all we need is mojo
But they don't come for free