don't even thikn about the courage   in your plan   the youth can only threaten   and never follow up   your ideas are here today and gone tomorrow   you don't stand a chance   we've gone one up on you   to the dreams our heads are thicker   when the blood's cleaned up then you can   speak your game   don't ever think about the progress   your age is your own fault   what you found on your own   i read in a book   the author's just as good   but better that your age   all eyes on this pedestal that you're looking up   don't you know that you're nothing when   you're something you thought   you might wanna be   my light is finished i've scratched abd clawed   do i look uglier from down there