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I don’t want to LIVE, I want to THRIVE
I don’t begin to steer, before I put the car in drive
I live my life, for me, myself, and I
Not because I’m selfish, but because I have a mind

You don’t say you’ll DO, you say you’ll TRY
You don’t want to live, you wish to die
I worship my truths, you worship your lies
My mission seen in broad daylight, yours vague in disguise
I walk on the sidewalk, when a car speeds down the road
But you claim the middle, as your only home
When I look ahead, to accomplish my dreams
I swear by my will, not by my need
My convictions make the cake, they power bread to rise
But your icing hides your motive, to cover my cries

And as for CHANGE, I’m waiting for the day
When that change will leave its course to shift the other way
To see wheels turn in a world where motion is
Our life and our vision toward a freedom of His

I stand for the courage of the founders and the shapers of the way
To Adams, to Jefferson, to Lincoln, I pray
That not only your words and your promises keep here
But that people see your deeds and decisions devised by courage, not by fear
These founders of this nation would shake in their graves
If they knew how their sons and their daughters behave
Not to leave a legacy of strength and determination behind
But a plan of vengeance conspiring men need not live but survive
So that any challenge to their authority, their whim and their commandment
Is blanketed softly by media, politicians, and Mr. President
But anyone out there with the strength enough to face this
Is not only a liar, but an outright ‘racist’

You may have won, as a victor in cunning
But your defenses are down, and America is coming
Because we know, in the worst possible of ways
That if we don’t CHANGE now, you’ll open our graves
And it doesn’t take an evolutionist to know this so
That natural selection cannot touch our resolve to say no
That we’re not common serfs to be held up by the ear
But kings and queens of the world, who will see and will hear
So all you good people, with your futures and plans
Remember these words, with whatever faith that you can
That the worst prophet the Holy Ghost can have on its soils
Is the slithering serpent, with a cross in its coils.