Got A Few Concepts

Chorus Got a few concepts Life serves a purpose Let’s not shift our focus My pockets have no surplus (X2) Left lane right lane No choice, when it’s all the same Same game, no picnic Systems broke, they won’t fix it Life is work, what shift is this Just take up your lane And mind your own business No outlet, just gridlock and lockstep An influx of Notifications to obligations, not met Forced to live your pain, then accept your death Will anyone listen, about the changing climate No one hears a silence threats Two steps back, why the hell is that Never really had my footing, and that’s a fact If it’s established that’s a good thing But how do we get there from the very beginning Chorus Got a few concepts Life serves a purpose Let’s not shift our focus My pockets have no surplus Living for a payday, just ain’t good business It don’t mean wealth or riches Equal time or payment That one percent is ruthless, Gatekeepers to key places Holding all the leverage Been this way for ages Maintaining just how things are So no one cannot change it A never ending circle of henchmen, different faces political power to start wars If things ——don’t go their way That a constant state of play Armed with well aimed projectile That can, ruin your whole day Make no waves, make no mistake, We’re all in a state of play Chorus Got a few concepts Life serves a purpose Let’s not shift our focus My pockets have no surplus