OUTTA MY WAY

Always with you whatever you are
You can not take that away from me
Compromise. Integrity. Are two words that do not rhyme

Truth becomes a chain of command
Where you can not know or even understand
Truth. Can turn to a lie just by
interpretation of the right regulation

You. Outta my way. This is my home.

Idealism is a hymn hardly heard
The realist beats the drum
The system is the engine to a piston
And the realist knows how to swerve
The only checks and balances they observe
Are the ones that generate receipts

You. Outta my way. I’m on my own. I’m here to stay.
Get out of my home. You don’t belong.
You’re here to take it all away.

I wish I could be a good ol’ boy
And belong to the fraternity
I wish my brother could be friends with my supervisor
That would protect me from all accountability

You. Outta my way. I’m on my own. I’m here to stay.
Get out of my home. You don’t belong.
You’re here to take it all away.
I’m here to stay. Get out of my home. You don’ belong.
You’re here to take. It all.
Everything.

Go away.

(Ooooo believer)
(Ooooo believer)
(Ooooo believer)