They'd asked me to learn how to fly 
But I
Let my soul do this
I was catching the winds
I've changed a lot since 
I rescued myself once
But after a couple of wins 
I sank again many times 
Actually 
I was born for making up rhymes
And now I got to sacrifice 
So I'm stuck eventually 
In a routine of everyday lias 
Gotta learn
Gotta know
Gotta score 
Gotta find out and go 
But I want to be the host of my own show
To burn the system, to break the law
Be the host of my life 
In my heart there is a knife 
So I am giving a high five to those
Who plunged it in there
Thanks to them
Now I feel pain everywhere
But I don't want [bad word] 
I just want the rain stop
And I just want the noisy ones 
To shut the [bad word] up 
Anyway this
Doesn't matter now
All of us have to exist 
And to make the fist 
There are many things on a list 
So stand up at least
And stop taking a rest
Finish it
Give it up 
Put it off for a while 
Feel my freestyle 
Of being 
Catch the sound I am giving
Hate me 
I'm focused like [bad word] Lee
Accept my challenge 
To live, to be, to change
And to escape from a cage 
This is the soul age 
So let your soul fly 
And say goodbye
new era's begun 
And the old one is gone 
Put off the gun 
In your life
You are the only one
Who can make steps
So fill your gaps
And feel the air 
This is the soul age
This is the new era