The Rite Kids

[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