@migu music@

I hate it

when I struggle

When I struggle you criticise

And I hate

when I do

what I do But to work this 9 to 5

And I hate

when your support

Is the answer to my demise

And I hate

when you offer

A dagger in your back with a smile

So untie me from your state of mind

And take these words from the wise

I'm not a sinner

not a saint not your Idolistic prize

You can take me up on this middle finger

Do you hear me asking why

I'm the unheard that's

left behind disregarded Wonder in why

Get up! Get up! I'm an Old Skool Rocka

Blastin' through your speaker with the beat so proper

Get up! Get up! I'm an Old Skool Rocka

Blastin' through your speaker with the beat so proper

I hate it

when I'm told

What I should or should not do

And I hate when your ignorance Makes it hard for me to get through

So save me from your authority

This voice without a face

I'm the unheard that's left behind disregarded to be erased

Get up! Get up! Come on! (Come on!)

Get up! Get up! Come on! Come on! (Come on!)

Get up! Get up! Come on! (Come on!)

Get up! Get up! Come on! Come on! -