• Blank mind,
    Sank in a rhyme,
    Let the strong ones be kind,
    and the poor ones shine,

    Let the world hit the drums,
    and be the rhythm of time,
    the evil ones run,
    when they hear the chime,

    Clap and slap,
    and tap and smack,
    Because no worlds perfect,
    with an obvious crack,

    Let the people riot through the street,
    and bring fear to the unknown,
    Because the children are the servants,
    Of their paths left all alone,

    We fight ourselves,
    to fight the rest,
    we ram the leaders,
    and punch our chests,

    We're animals,
    so don't think you're the best,
    All you got is the future,
    and what's coming next.