You Want Me To Play The Game You Tried Again And Again

To Sell Myself For Fame Fit In The Format Man

To Suit The Image You Want Portrayed So The People Are Still Enslaved

You Can't Define What We Do I Won't Be Put In A Box For You



I Get Out, I Get Out, I Get, I Get Out, I Get Out



I Of The Universe Won't Be Prisoners Of Your Little World

The Mind Is Limitless Where Time Does Not Exist

We Travel Far Beyond The Realms Of Expectations

And I Refuse To Be What You Expect Of Me



I Get Out, I Get Out, I Get, I Get Out, I Get Out



What Would You Lose To Gain The Price Is High To Pay

Desire Not To Be Like Them To Follow The Dream Of Sin

Blessed Are The Meek And Humble My Own Spirit

Cause Music Is A Holy Thing Hey We Giving Thanks For The Blessings



I Get Out, I Get Out, I Get, I Get Out, I Get Out

Mama I Get Out Papa I Get Out

Said I'm Gonna Hit It Down, Said I'm Gonna Kick It Down

I Get Out, I Get Out, I Get, I Get Out, I Get Out