[ Featuring Stress The White Boy ]
Close your eyes dig deep into your mind
Imagine you's an old man at age 79
Sitting in a rocking chair, dog by your feet
Gray hair, poor hearing, blurry vision, bones getting weak
Your dear wife passed away, kids are grown on their own
They rarely phone home you sitting there miserable and all alone
Thinking bout your life and things you wanted to do
Afraid to fail made sure them dreams never came true
Surrounded by negative people
Saying nah, you'll never make it doing that
Don't try that, that's not gonna work
You start believing the hype
And gave up before you even tried
Like yeah, maybe they right
It's the Rocking Chair Theory all about regrets
It separates the go-getters from the rest
It separates the new jack cats from the vets
It separates the average contenders from the best
It's the Rocking Chair Theory bout pursuing your dreams
Whether it's spiritual wealth or the tangible cream
Go after your goals and maintain your stance
And let nobody tell you that you can't
It's the Rocking Chair Theory y'all
