Legacy

I want to have a legacy that I can hand down to my son.
I want to stand tall even at the point of a gun.
I want him to be proud of the life that I’ve lived.
I don’t want him to be standing there waiting for my life to begin.
I want to be a real man in a world full of posers.
I want to be legit in a world full of hosers.
I want to stand tall and never back down.
I want to step up and start taking ground.

I’m sick and tired of being a snot nosed kid.
Now I’m wired, I’m gonna blow my lid.
I’ve got my vest on. My finger poised on the trigger.
You better stand back son, this is bound to get bigger.
I’m gonna blow a hole in my so called life.
I’m going to cut thru religion with the point of my knife.
I’m going to shake the foundations of the status quo.
Instead of making them members, I’m going to save their souls.

This aint for arrogance, or pompous piety.
This is a rescue attempt on a doomed society.
This is a war cry, from one of God’s own soldiers.
Who’s realized it’s time to get bolder.
It’s time to stand up, and make some noise.
It’s time to be men, instead of scared little boys.
It’s time to press on, and stop digging in.
It’s time to get off our butts and start living again.