What’s Up

25 years of my life and still
I'm trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination
I realised quickly when i knew i should
That the world was made up of this
Brotherhood of man
For whatever that means
So i cry sometimes when i'm lying in bed
To get it all out what's in my head
Then i start feeling a little peculiar
So i wake in the morning and i step
Outside i take deep breath
I get real high
Then i scream from the top of my lungs
What's goin' on
And i say hey...
I said hey what's goin' on
And i say hey...
I said hey what's goin' on
And i try, oh my god do i try
I try all the time
In this institution
And i pray, oh my god do i pray
I pray every single day
For a revolution
So i cry sometimes when i'm lying in my bed
To get it all out what's in my head
Then i start feeling a little peculiar
So i wake in the morning and i step outside
I take a deep breath then i get real high
Then i scream from the top of my lungs
What's goin' on
And i say hey...
And i said hey what's goin' on
And i say hey...
I said hey what's goin' on
And i say hey...
And i said hey what's goin' on
And i say hey...
I said hey what's goin' on
25 years of my life and still
I'm trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination

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