Revolutions and Executions

[Verse 1] I think I figured it out See I can’t stay singing all the same things It means more than that to me It’s not a revolution, it’s an execution And it’s common courtesy I won’t fade out, rather burn it down Take risks, talk’s cheap and you’re broke as hell Guess it’s up to my lungs, yeah Guess it’s up to my tongue to spit it out Come on (In these times you wanna) [Chorus x2] Step back, relax Just breathe, don’t react The worst thing you could ever do is let them get the best of you Step back, relax, just breathe and don’t hold back Find what matters most to you, stay the course and fight I think I figured it out [Verse 2] And I won’t wait Staying in the same place when I know where I should be Part of a solution, this is retribution for the shit you fed to me Cause I found myself and I lived to tell Rise up, move on and you give 'em hell Guess it’s up to my lungs, yeah, guess it’s up to my tongue to spit it out [Chorus] [Bridge] I think it’s time we find a way of curing this disorder You’re a disease and I’ve got the answer (Transplant a spine) Incise, all before I put you under Patch up your knees and dig out the cancer [Chorus]