On Individuality

You’re havin’ a hard time tryin’ to define yourself Somebody’s constantly reminding you of your place Someone wrote the book, but I don’t think they were sure Just who they were and who they are now You’re hangin’ with the wrong crowd I guess, but who decides You’re set on right where you want to be, are you right? Someone wrote the book, but judging by their look They’re not too happy about it now And realize you’re one in a million gettin’ pigeon holed This city is a village disguised as a metro-pol We’re just getting burned, villains getting hung With money getting spent