Jazz June Burned Out Bright
don't even thikn about the couragein your plan
the youth can only threaten
and never follow up
your ideas are here today and gone tomorrow
you don't stand a chance
we've gone one up on you
to the dreams our heads are thicker
when the blood's cleaned up then you can
speak your game
don't ever think about the progress
your age is your own fault
what you found on your own
i read in a book
the author's just as good
but better that your age
all eyes on this pedestal that you're looking up
don't you know that you're nothing when
you're something you thought
you might wanna be
my light is finished i've scratched abd clawed
do i look uglier from down there
