you can throw a wrench in my spokes but you can't stop me from moving forward I'll get off the bike and walk if I have to you can't make me stumble on stepping stones my steps are ordered it's etched in stone I'll walk on hot coals if I have to I got goals I'm gone shine you can have the gold too hot to be cold I found the key in a dream didn't have to look for long woke up in the zone a lane of my own foot on the gas don't walk across the grass dog in the yard mean like me no trespassing jump the fence at your own risk armed with a weapon made for home defence creative juices flowing like a busted fire hydrant peaceful demeanor deep inside violent riot spilling out into the street can't stand in a seat unless you stand in a chair don't know what to do with it leave it there