Fates on a mission
And I'm riding shotgun, man
I'm looking for a revolution
In these stale plastic decades, man
All he bombs and drugs
Don't seem to penetrate, man
All our minds being neutralised
By these fucking Playstations, man

My father's generation
They had fire in their bellies, man
We sit there like living room furniture
In front of our tellies man
I don't know about you but me
And me I'm a suffering man
While these dreams of reaching dreams
Seem all too distant, man

Sometimes I wish I didn't know
About Marcus Mandela and Marley man,
Cause now I'm looking for a leader
Well hey, I'm still looking man
While I keep breathing and I'm still seeking
But I don't have a plan man
With these lost shadows and these broken souls
Of our generations man,

There's fire on the roads
And there's no one at home man
We still knocking on the door
And wonder why there's no answer man
Well I'm down if your down
So let's bring down this bigger man
And like these youths today you see me
I'm just trying to be a man
And like these youths on road you see me
I'm just trying to be a man

Hey man
Hey man