Before I get in line, I got one thing to say
I don't give a damn about retribution, don't bring that my way
And when you're old and I get young, you're gonna sit and cry
Thinking over things like mass pollution, baby you're just too high
I'm talking about one time when we walked by
The corner store by the yellow road
I don't walk there because I can't get low
In this space that's gonna reach the ground where everyone's fair and everyone's around
Before I get in line, I got one thing to say
I don't give a damn about obligations, they just get in my way
And when you're old and I get young, you're gonna sit and stare
Hoping for the walls in other places that don't match with your hair
Close to a swollen head, practicing with the dead
Armed with another voice, basing hours on choice