​Set it off!

Early in my life, the act of hearing art
Kept me from falling apart, craving to create
I couldn't be like them
I couldn't settle down then, dry up and die

Why the fuck we survived is to my surprise?
Six years of sweat and fear, that was all we ever had
It was just enough but for what? Fast love
Fake fucks, bad luck and all those impossible months

The best times imagined
We were broke and dragging
Our lives behind us laughing
The youth war passing

If I knew then, what I know now?
I would have slept less, no memories to be missed

Everything has changed
Now it's a game of numbers, a competition, fucker
Know your place, egos dominate and
Money discriminates and I don't fit

I look at others and I see beneath
While others look my way to look down on me
I never had shit to prove
For myself to get the kids like me through
And that will never change no

You're the self-proclaimed heir to the industry
But this industry never meant shit to me
You're the self-proclaimed heir to the industry
But this industry never meant shit to me

Never blessed with the mind of a business man
Nor impressed with the depths of the feeders hands
Never blessed with the mind of a business man
Mind at rest with the heart of a simple man

I know it's never too late
That's why we choose to display, new strength!