Rise above gonna start the war
Whatcha want whatcha need whatcha come here for
Well an eye for an eye and an F for fight
Takin me down as the prisoners riot

Got shackles on, my words are tied
Fear can make you compromise
Fast enough it’s hard to hide
Sometimes I want to disappear

When I feel kinda bad and I’m all distressed
Pass it off on a better day
Well you got whatcha want whatcha never knew
Perfect gift from me to you

Got shackles on, my words are tied
Fear can make you compromise
Fast enough it’s hard to hide
Sometimes I want to disappear

(Raise up to your ability)
You never knew that I could find
What could come when we realize
The sun won’t stop with the compromise

(Raise up to your ability)
Can’t stand while I disappear
Run around before i’m filled with fear
Like a glue cause my life is filled with red

(Raise up to your ability)
I know that you wanna throw me into the sea
For my ability

(Raise up to your ability)
Yeah you’re undecided
Yeah I just want to leave it
Yeah I’m gonna wanna runaway

Focus on your ability
Focus on your ability
Now focus on your ability
Focus on your ability

Gain again what they want to steal
Gain again what they want to steal
Gonna gain again what they want to steal
Gain again what they want to steal

Robert’s got a quick hand
He’ll look around the room
He won’t tell you his plan
He’s got a rolled cigarette
Hanging out of his mouth, He’s a cowboy kid

He found a six-shooter gun
In his dad’s closet hidden in a box of fun things
I don’t know what
But he’s coming for you, yeah he’s coming for you

All the other kids with your pumped up kicks
You’d better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You’d better run, better run, faster than my bullet

All the other kids with the yoour pumped up kicks
You’d better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You’d better run, better run, faster than my bullet

Daddy works a long day
He’ll be coming home late, Yeah he’s coming home late
And he’s bringing me a surprise,
Cause dinner’s in the kitchen and it’s packed in ice

I’ve waited for a long time
Yeah the slight of my hand is now the pull of a trigger
I reason with my cigarette
And say your hair’s on fire, you must of lost your wit, yeah

All the other kids with your pumped up kicks
You’d better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You’d better run, better run, faster than my bullet

All the other kids with the yoour pumped up kicks
You’d better run, better run, outrun my gun
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks
You’d better run, better run, faster than my bullet