MOVING (ext)

I get on my ragged rough traveling boots in my scruffy uniform to compliment the looks my fist up high, I'm marching to rip the fruits you rip what you sow, so what you sow must be deep I keep juices of life on my beak so when the road gets steep I just take a sip I march of wisdom and keep knowledge in reserve ignite, rev, reverse, swerve I forge ahead if anything is gonna happen its unless I make it happen think big and have a game plan I can, I can, I can nothing from where I am can shudder my dreams, I am increasingly militant had to the basement campaign properly battle blindly fight over my destiny if I go down it only means I fought a battle that wasn't mine I rise and shine still got my chin up with a smile I walk tall cause it's only a matter of time I know it's not a straight line between to points so when the negative can’t, won’t and don’ts screw your head like bolts when my courage breaks I connect it like joints go through the twist and turns the straight and the curves for the piece I deserve they say god help those who help themselves if you don't believe that then do it yourself instead of sitting in corners seven sins masters wrathful and gluttonous envious of our neighbours sloth and greed turns us to murderous pride & lust killing all the trust who we waiting for to pity us keep blaming our failures to our past look, I'm also a product of apartheid and I'm not gonna sit and wait for anybody to put pity on my plate I take control of my life whether it's in the garden or organizing stuff