[Verse 1: Onry Ozzborn]
They the ones who open they presents
Play with the boxes instead of the actual gifts (gifts)
Somewhat astonishing, but mostly onlookers see it
As silly or potentially disturbing, it shifts (shifts)
Take place in that individual continental drifter
In that period where they are picked on (picked on)
If nurtured instead, then they will become
Instrumental to human evolution for like eons (and eons)
Yeah but they all know this already if they dig deep enough
Within they self and not follow a flock (the flock)
That's easy for those to say
Who haven't underwent plethora of slander and bein' mocked (being mocked)
Basically, it's an equator
Between brilliance and psychopath annotations drawn in the sand (right there)
Either one offering an extreme alteration to what some like to refer as fate or God's plan
[Chorus: Onry Ozzborn]
The wrong kids (wrong kids)
Have been always the rite kids (the bright kids)
From afar
The wrong kids (wrong kids)
Have been always so lifeless
Yeah right kids (from afar)
The wrong kids (wrong kids)
Have been always the rite kids (the bright kids)
From afar
The wrong kids (wrong kids)
Do it right and you might get
To go far
[Verse 2: Onry Ozzborn]
They the ones looking for glitches inside of a game
Before even thinking about conquering level one (son)
Or two or three or four or five or six or seven or eight or nine
Or ten or eleven or twelve or anything past that initial plunge (go)
Begin to dress themselves fully when just a wee thing
In multicolored, off-setting ensemble like thrift (store)
Separating their food and never letting it touch
Before it enters their tummy to save a hissy fit (for)
Counting tiles, hopping over cracks on those sidewalks
Never splitting a pole while in a tandem stroll (stroll)
Irritated with corduroy trousers an [?] bought for them by their mommy
Feeling they lost control (troll)
Fingernails on a chalkboard painted white
Scratching the surface while a thirsty vulture lurks for fame (she does)
Add it up on your abacus, see there's adequate amounts of data
Showing how we all place blame
[Chorus: Onry Ozzborn]
The wrong kids (wrong kids)
Have been always the rite kids (the bright kids)
From afar
The wrong kids (wrong kids)
Have been always so lifeless
Yeah right kids (from afar)
The wrong kids (wrong kids)
Have been always the rite kids (the bright kids)
From afar
The wrong kids (wrong kids)
Do it right and you might get
To go far
[Verse 3: R.A.P. Ferreira]
My nigga there's no haggling
I've known my worth since my pop's beard was scraggly
My purpose has no atrophy
Actually, I write this for the chosen few
Who were told as children to speak when spoken to
And then were never spoken to, who learned the dialogue with reverie
And while I enjoy soup, I do not fancy celery
Albeit an integral ingredient, they used to praise me for obedience
It was fucked, called me a mutt
Cuz my momma didn’t look like my daddy
I guess I lied about that atrophy but I’m dead serious
It ain’t no haggling, this beat built around a loop with teeth gnashing in
Size of infinite resignation, the size of my determination is indeterminate
I promise I'll make you earn it
Ain’t got a big enough burden to smush me under
Let me learn you something
There’s a big dipper in big capper
You should never ask God for direct answers
The voice replies in resounding booms
Signifying monkey howls at the moon
I strum my loom like a harp softly
As if playing piano in the dark
As I leap through hoops blindy, I co-sign me
As I leap through hoops blindy, I co-sign me
[Chorus: Onry Ozzborn]
The wrong kids
Have been always the rite kids (the bright kids)
The wrong kids
Have been always so lifeless
Yeah right kids
The wrong kids (wrong kids)
Have been always the rite kids (the bright kids)
From afar
The wrong kids (wrong kids)
Do it right and you might get
To go far
[Verse 4: Homeboy Sandman]
Stop drugging all the kids [?]
They ain't trying to throw fits, they just trying to make history
Different is better, same is horrible
The same is gonna go extinct
But all of that same thing, and they fighting it as hard as they can
So they brainwashing their parents
Cuz rite kids aren't part of the plan
But plans make God laugh
Rite kids might not be at the head of the class
But rite kids have class
No need to battle ass, that'll only last 'til the backlash
Please don't conform
Push forward and ignore the norm
They see every minute a sucker is born
Every minute a last supper is warm
So let's break bread and look ahead
No shouts to the "in", big shouts to the instead
Spreading love's the only way to get street cred
