This will be my final decree
You can’t tell me how to be me
When you don’t know what you believe
Faith is far more than what you see
Trust can’t be bought in shopping sprees
Freedom is near just feel the breeze
Brighter days is on the other side of pain
Can’t be the same if you wanna see some change
Iced-out chains got you acting kinda strange
mind got corroded by the fortune and the fame
Ego so bloated got ya head all deranged
By the followers, and looks, movers and the crooks
Beat down low need a ram in a bush
Can’t debate you took the bait a fish in a hook
Made a friend of an enemy you mistook
Growing up is knowing everybody ain’t solid
A somebody to everybody ends up with no body
Lose if you won’t lose if you will
Lose if you won’t lose if you will, will, will, will
This will be my final decree
You can’t tell me how to be me
When you don’t know what you believe
Faith is far more than what you see
Trust can’t be bought in shopping sprees
Freedom is near just feel the breeze
