Chorus
Got a few concepts
Life serves a purpose
Let’s not shift our focus
My pockets have no surplus (X2)
Left lane right lane
No choice, when it’s all the same
Same game, no picnic
Systems broke, they won’t fix it
Life is work, what shift is this
Just take up your lane
And mind your own business
No outlet, just gridlock and lockstep
An influx of Notifications to obligations, not met
Forced to live your pain, then accept your death
Will anyone listen, about the changing climate
No one hears a silence threats
Two steps back, why the hell is that
Never really had my footing, and that’s a fact
If it’s established that’s a good thing
But how do we get there from the very beginning
Chorus
Got a few concepts
Life serves a purpose
Let’s not shift our focus
My pockets have no surplus
Living for a payday, just ain’t good business
It don’t mean wealth or riches
Equal time or payment
That one percent is ruthless,
Gatekeepers to key places
Holding all the leverage
Been this way for ages
Maintaining just how things are
So no one cannot change it
A never ending circle of henchmen, different faces
political power to start wars
If things ——don’t go their way
That a constant state of play
Armed with well aimed projectile
That can, ruin your whole day
Make no waves, make no mistake,
We’re all in a state of play
Chorus
Got a few concepts
Life serves a purpose
Let’s not shift our focus
My pockets have no surplus
