I am recognizing that the voice inside my head Is urging me to be myself and never follow someone else Because cree? Is all like voices, we all have a different kind So just clean out all your ears, these are my views and you will find Man, It's been a minute since it's been this nice out Blue skies out, no clouds, something to write down I'll have to go home soon and try to pay the bills If I had a nickel every time they called I'd make a mill But such is life, and as much as I'd like it To be different, hard work is how you make your luck in life, right? For now I sit here, sip beer, and contemplate Maybe fiending for a smoke, I'm hoping he can concentrate Out in the sun I think of everything I've done wrong Find I can't fit it all in one song, so For every half truth and every broken promise Please, accept these words I wrote in open honesty I apologize for every choice I might have made To hurt your feelings or your health, to ever bother someone else Your style of living is your choice, and we all want a different kind So, please, love all your faults I do the same with ones we find cause - I've been up, I've been down I've been lucky enough to find my higher ground In all my days, I've hoped and prayed That one of these days, I'd wake up, get up and go away Well I've got my rent on my mind, worry most of the time While wasting never spent hell-bent on the grind Down the wishing well fell the odd center a dime But only, seven percent of it supposed to be mine I'm getting, kinda fed up with trying to get ahead That's why - 9 out of 10 times I'm liable to be lying in bed Instead of living life like I'm dead No longer sit in the prison inside my head I'm starting to come to my senses and No longer be so defensive and Though sometimes seems so senseless I get back up and go I've been up, I've been down I've been lucky enough to find my higher ground In all my days, I've hoped and prayed That one of these days I'd just wake up, get up and go away This song is like a counseling session (whoosah) I need to channel my aggression (whoosah) I need to handle my profession I'm the planet's biggest panic stricken manic-depressant Questioning myself as I'm sitting right and looking back Drinking Jack, Heinekens, in both hands, crooked hat Mr. small complex smoking a cigarette Like you don't know me, what the fuck you think you're looking at Why is the fire in my eyes like I'm evil It's just I'm always suspicious of new people Self-centered lieutenant, I'm a well balanced soldier A lie with a strategist's chip on both shoulders Push the bullshit out of my life, keep biting Spiritual enlightenment, price this excitement Build strength within, I'm trying to find space Freedom of choice, but trying for blind faith I've been up, I've been down I've been lucky enough to find my higher ground In all my days, I've hoped and prayed That one of these days I'd just wake up, get up and go away Cause I've been up, I've been down I've been lucky enough to find my higher ground In all my days, I've hoped and prayed That one of these days I'd just wake up, get up and go away