At some point, everybody loses a peice in their soul
we're all left with a great big hole
put yourself back together, try to figure it out
put yourself back together, try to figure it out
now walk on without any doubt or fear,
somebody tell me why are you here?
i wonder, who's sky do we live in under
whos starless sky do we live under?
so just tell me, what you got in your soul
just tell me, what is your goal?
just tell me, but please don't try to sell me
i'm not a product, i don't want a commercial
i speak rhymes with no rehearsal, i speak rhymes with no rehearsal
i speak in rhyme
I remember finally gettin out of high school,
all i felt was jazz, livin a vibe too good,
i was doin a back flip like james brown across the stage,
my teachers never understood why i was full of rage
i remember living way back then, high school,
remember way back then, livin life way back then
we got out, nobody knew what to do
they were all like 'whats gonna become of you?'
i was like 'whats gonna become of you?'
because none of us ever really knows,
like maybe i'll just sing my song and play a show
and maybe you can chill in your room alone
with the worlds greatest job. but nobody to call your home
so let me give it to you and ask you a question
could i make another quick suggestion
tell me what this moments worth?
tell me what would you pay to watch a sunset over earth?
is it free? tell me
is it free? you could tell me
is it free? you could tell me
cause babylons strife don't mean a thing to me...
we're all left with a great big hole
put yourself back together, try to figure it out
put yourself back together, try to figure it out
now walk on without any doubt or fear,
somebody tell me why are you here?
i wonder, who's sky do we live in under
whos starless sky do we live under?
so just tell me, what you got in your soul
just tell me, what is your goal?
just tell me, but please don't try to sell me
i'm not a product, i don't want a commercial
i speak rhymes with no rehearsal, i speak rhymes with no rehearsal
i speak in rhyme
I remember finally gettin out of high school,
all i felt was jazz, livin a vibe too good,
i was doin a back flip like james brown across the stage,
my teachers never understood why i was full of rage
i remember living way back then, high school,
remember way back then, livin life way back then
we got out, nobody knew what to do
they were all like 'whats gonna become of you?'
i was like 'whats gonna become of you?'
because none of us ever really knows,
like maybe i'll just sing my song and play a show
and maybe you can chill in your room alone
with the worlds greatest job. but nobody to call your home
so let me give it to you and ask you a question
could i make another quick suggestion
tell me what this moments worth?
tell me what would you pay to watch a sunset over earth?
is it free? tell me
is it free? you could tell me
is it free? you could tell me
cause babylons strife don't mean a thing to me...