Wanna Be

Someone's on the phone
I don't, I don't know
What he wants from me
I don't think I see
Who is calling me
Why he talk so quietly
With words so comforting
No caller ID

Someone's on the phone
I don't, I don't know
Why he's asking me
About my family and also
Body, mind, and soul
Neighborhood and do I smoke
The cigarettes and weed
Why do I feed

The dirty demons eating up
My stomach lungs and heart
Putting off the shit that piles up
And up and up and up
He tells me I should start
And told me I was smart
And told me it's a fucking shame
To waste your time on art complaining

It's too fucking hard
Yo be where I wanna be
Life's a hand of cards
You get what you get
You've a right to get upset
You've a right to get pissed
You've a right to rearrange and change
Create your circumstance
I'm saying never giving in
Always giving out
If you would practice action
You could throw the fucking
Mountains to the clouds
And you wonder why
The answer's in the eye
The question's in the breeze
The function's in the trees
The passion in the motion
Of the ocean rolling free
The passion in the motion
Of the ocean rolling free
The passion in the motion
Of the ocean rolling free at last
The passion in the motion
Of the ocean rolling free at last

The reason for my call
Honest to God
You thought you knew it all
The reason for my call
Honest to God
You thought you knew it all
But you don't know a thing
You don't know a thing