Lyrics
I'mma get a little bit of sunshine
You can keep your head inside that newsline
I predict the future like a diviner
Everyone's a slave until they know why
I'mma get a little bit of fresh air
You keep blowing stream through that timeline
I can tell you feel a little scared man
No one ever cries for a sick mind
Long range vision makes a fool wise
Seeing everything through the birds eye
Comes from heavy lifting with a calm mind
Feet still planted down in the crossfire
People choose a lot but they don't choose this
Eighty five years to escape it
No one ever comes back alive from
The trap they set for us at the bottom