men are p***e to go it blind along the calf paths of the mind and work away from sun to sun to do what other men have done. we take the steps arranged for us, we follow what is convenient. as long as i'm your handicap you'll always be my p***. my thoughts were all hand-me-downs. i was bred to flock towards the crowd but i fled to someplace else where i could rid myself. what happened to the genuine? what happened to innovation? i'll make things right. we don't divide. we will align. i will make things right, adjust my crooked spine. i will make things right, open my eyes and open my mind. i will make things right. i'll make believe that we were always standing upright.