From the age of 9 I was confined to the art of school
Just I naïve kid, dreaming, but blind to everything cruel
Just another fool, immature, thinking I knew my route
Misguided through the years by a corrupted institute
That ya forced to commute and attend without dispute
Cos the law says its required to desire what it suites
And what it shoots, so we’re all firing the same revolver
Loaded with bylaws, making the establishment stronger
But lists longer, cos unemployment rises every year
A quintessential problem that needs solving everywhere
Cos its unfair to label people, box them up like antiques
Categorised as one thing, placed on a shelf outta reach
Its a basic breach of moral beliefs, cos circumstances vary
Cos It’s a free country to be what you please… well nearly
With a fairly broad horizon comprising of intrigue
Residing throughout the world of possibilities and dreams
So why remain in a role, unfold to break the weave
Just do what you feel and believe, and ignore the attitudes
Break the herd, head for the hills, to a different latitude
Cos it’s a dull world in the wrong role, so if I had to choose
Id choose nuthin but everything… cos then you can’t lose