Burned out Bright - The Jazz June

don’t even thikn about the courage

in your plan

the youth can only threaten

and never follow up

your ideas are here today and gone tomorrow

you don’t stand a chance

we’ve gone one up on you

to the dreams our heads are thicker

when the blood’s cleaned up then you can

speak your game

don’t ever think about the progress

your age is your own fault

what you found on your own

i read in a book

the author’s just as good

but better that your age

all eyes on this pedestal that you’re looking up

don’t you know that you’re nothing when

you’re something you thought

you might wanna be

my light is finished i’ve scratched abd clawed

do i look uglier from down there