It all seems so fabricated,
A half baked plan with a semi-jaded fate,
Try to run, but it's too late
Wake up from incognizance
You're ignorance is the hand that holds you down,
While your roots stick up from the ground

When you think you've figured out just what you think
You're running from
Then what are you waiting for?

They masquerade in a hemp and a tie dye
Innocent white lies
Gonna catch you by surprise
Lock you up for a couple a nights
Six Up, Giddy Up, come on and go
You better make your way out before the end of the show
Brother man tells you to take it slow
You gotta ask yourself if hes' friend or foe

When you think you've figured out just
Who you think you are living for
Then what are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for