Standing Tall

Beat me, cut me or even shoot me
We all won’t leave the world alive
The best that i can, all i will give
Slaves to self, but we think we’re free.

A fight to become a bourgeoisie
To the slow rhythm, one must jive
And every extra vibe, sieve
For every fare there sure is a fee

Tomorrow, there is no guarantee
Forget yesterday, today strive
All wrongs should remain wrong, and forgive
Standing tall, staying strong is the key

Beat me, cut me or even shoot me
We all won’t live the world alive
The best that i can, all i will give
Slaves to self, but we think we’re free.

Victor Oyedele