Thursday, March 25, 2010

Epik High- Over

You got so much to prove, hoping they approve.
The only thing that's true is all you ever do is do.
You're moving shoe to shoe but you are not going,
You stop growing the moment that you stay at the top.
The only way to drop, free-falling down the stairs
that you climbed up, lined up to freely mount the air.
But you dare not, airdrop tied up like a hair knot,
hiking down without a change of steeping on a fair rock.
And so, you stand still in a standstill
Hands still building castles on a sandhill
'man, chill..' is what your friends say, but you are not hearing
what little men say, anyways, keep on going and taste the stars.
keep on growing and raise the bar.
you are living life for the A's down to the Z's.
After the hill, you've got a mountain to seize.

Who can tell? your living is an organized hell.
the mansion of your mind, just an oversize cell.
the pressure.. everything is done to a measure.
in the sea of competition sunk like a treasure.
like a feather falling slow sprawling to the floor.
strung up like a broken violin to your course.
opportunity is knocking at your door
but you never left a welcome man.
it doesn't matter anymore, or anyhow,
but you're too late to turn back
fate pushing you into a wall like a thumbtack.
ain't no comebacks in this game of life.
roll the dice again, roll it once, never twice.
keep on going and taste the stars.
keep on growing and raise the bar.
you're living life for a A's down to the Z's
after one drop, you've got a fountain to seize.

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