why am i lyin in bed dyin inside instead
of tryna inspire by my desires
and settin a fire to spread
cuz it's like my tires lost tread
and i'm lettin the red lights up ahead
get my life off line while the lions are fed
and i can't find a sign or a net to be fine quite just yet
is it that i'm blind and sad
there's no denyin i'm trapped
here, to smile, i can't
cuz i fear my style i'd cramp
i swear i'd rather hide behind my mask
from my fears like i'm the mere size of an ant
since to my peers i perspire; i sweat to share
anything near what brings out my eyes tears
cuz i am a champ, yeah and besides i'm amped
so now is the time to stand up and wear my own pants