Everybody says that I’m wrong
But I keep my feet movin’ on
They say lookin’ back is a crime, yeah
And lookin’ forward is a waste of my time
When I can’t keep ahold of myself
Who will join me in heaven or hell
There ain’t a thing I’d refuse to rewire
These thoughts and feelin’s keep on marchin’ my mind
I ain’t got nothin’a prove
What do you want me to prove?
I ain’t got nothin’ to prove
What do you want me to prove?
Well to me a god is no friend
I don’t have a means to an end
Oh, I’m a castaway
And all I wait for is the coming of age
When I look at my self in the glass
See my slave is the one teaching class
It doesn’t matter who’s right or who’s wrong
An open mind is the one that lives strong
I ain’t got nothin’a prove
What do you want me to prove?
I ain’t got nothin’ to prove
What do you want me to prove?