Marching clock now he don't stop, And he says take care of yourself, Old man sighs, shuts his eyes And leaves behind another life Millstones swing, 'grind your thing' Raise that boy, he'll go far 'Cos he had a real good teacher.
Truth don't go, don't go far Sleep too deep, zombie sleep, and all alone it has to be.
Peace of mind is hard to find But he don't mind like you don't mind y'all Big t don't care that you don't mind No she don't care and you don't matter One nine nine Oh here we go May the next ten break the mould Looking out for number one says
Did she say where you'd have to stay Can you face the longest march to come Now you know you're not the number one?
(You know its 'packing in' your mind?) (I got more than yesterday)