Left with a Gun

I do find it hard to realize my true potential

And without the right credentials

I am lost

Don't take it for granted

Or your life, it will be slanted

And the chances you are left with are gone

Our disposition and our mental inquisition

Our disposition and our mental inquisition

Always seem to follow where we

In the end it's our inception

And life is just perception

For the moment don't pretend you'll never be

Never be, never be

For the moment don't pretend you'll never be

Always seem to follow where we