Uploaded December 2021 | Updated September 2026, 2 hours ago
Dr Okomode prescribed me this fierce beat. I played the guitars and brought the lyrics/vocals and then he goes and doses it with some awesome synth work, mixing and mastering. To say the Dr brings good medicine to music is an understatement. Check him out and support him here at Wigges OBK...
youtube.com/channel/UCO0wU8xcx-NqvPw3a7EQClQ
Lyrics:
Weighed up by the eyes and minds of strangers
We're all given but a common name
Ignorance is no excuse they tell us
Age and wisdom is just more to blame
So you gotta claim your resolution
And define your absolute and then
Come to your own conclusions
Though so confused
But what's it got to do with them
And after all, they often kick you when you fall
But first they'll take your best
The mess they make of all the rest
Lined up down the street to knock you
Off on every turn you take
No tangents to go off and break on
But you often make the same mistake
Can't help it
And what's there for aspiration? What?
What's there to drive you on?
Threat, rule, intimidation through history
And look at how they got that wrong
And after all of that
Fresh cut of your youthful flesh
First severed and second helpings
They'll desert/dessert you
You only get what's left.
Dr Okomode prescribed me this fierce beat. I played the guitars and brought the lyrics/vocals and then he goes and doses it with some awesome synth work, mixing and mastering. To say the Dr brings good medicine to music is an understatement. Check him out and support him here at Wigges OBK...
youtube.com/channel/UCO0wU8xcx-NqvPw3a7EQClQ
Lyrics:
Weighed up by the eyes and minds of strangers
We're all given but a common name
Ignorance is no excuse they tell us
Age and wisdom is just more to blame
So you gotta claim your resolution
And define your absolute and then
Come to your own conclusions
Though so confused
But what's it got to do with them
And after all, they often kick you when you fall
But first they'll take your best
The mess they make of all the rest
Lined up down the street to knock you
Off on every turn you take
No tangents to go off and break on
But you often make the same mistake
Can't help it
And what's there for aspiration? What?
What's there to drive you on?
Threat, rule, intimidation through history
And look at how they got that wrong
And after all of that
Fresh cut of your youthful flesh
First severed and second helpings
They'll desert/dessert you
You only get what's left.
