Passin’ time and takin’ care of myself the best I can.
Until the man upstairs decides to take my hand and lead me to a better land.
Man I’m stuck!!!
These people here can’t see or they pretend to not understand.
The concept of treating people the way you want to be treated: is that so hard, man?
No one here believes in sacrifices, no one cares anymore about the other man.
It’s everyone for him or her self; even my so-called own right hand.
If I had the powers, I would create my own land. To be allowed access across the border, you
would have to look into the mirror of entrance
And if you saw anything other than the qualities of self respect, loyalty and commitment.
Then you would know not to waste your time tryin’ to gain entrance to my land.
Just about face and take your behind back to wonderland.
