Some walkin the walk   Some talk   Some makin the crack   Some wait for the outcome   Some caught up in thought   Some balk   Some grabbin’ the horns of the bull to get it on   Some born with a silver spoon   Some stalk through a buildin’ doom   Some caught up in the rut   Some willin’ to do   Anything to get up   Out the fields of gloom   Some lay up feelin stuck   Some feelin renewed   Some are gluttonous   Some of ‘em don’t have food   Some are down to do   Whatever they got to do   Some say theyre gunna do it   But they never do move   Some lost in the sauce   Some lost in the groove   Some are overachievers   Some need to improve   Some are really believers   Some believe in doom   Some believe in happiness   Some believe in gloom   Some are butterflies   Some are trapped in a cocoon      Some of the people   Some of the time (x8)      Some judging the rest   Sometimes   Some go thru the grind   You see we all get tested   Some killin in the name of religion   Some willin to stand on the front line   For the children   Some are all about self and selfish   Some are selfless   Some will the helpless   Some herd the wealth   And some find wealth within their self   Some die to live   And some are livin with a death wish   Sometimes some change and they give their best   ¬Sometimes some change for the worse   I guess we all got a story   Some are books and some are pamphlets   Some are scared and unprepared   And some are savages   Some are cold and some are hotter   Than summer madness   Some will win, and some will lose   And some will pass the illusion   Some are still    But inside they’re dancing   Intoxicatingly engulfed in all the vastness……..      Some of the people   Some of the time (x8)