Kick It

rolls like thunder

they wanna slip in your shoes

silver flyers with their own attitude

turns their madness into cinnamon blues

no heat taken

can’t break into your space

can’t keep up with your breakneck pace

leave em behind they’re looking outta place

you aint the one

whose gonna do me like that

million to one

says that you’re putting out slack

aint gonna take a nobodies backlash

you’re just a wannabe

say what you want to me

i’ll kick it right back

you’re being honest

and they can’t take it

all you’re greatness

it frustrates em

beat em to the top

now the animals are clawing

sinking their nails

as they’re falling

no there’s no heat taken

can’t break into your space

 can’t keep up with your breakneck pace

you gotta cut em out theyre giving you bad face

oh the eyes

theyre stuck on your shimmering light

drawn to the pulse of your life

every breath that you breathe is a compass

pointing to everything right

you set the course that you like

theyre on the handbook

but those rails mean nothing

to someone who opens their

own damn eyes