Eyes on the Prize

Fuck all your friends they got no passion
What kind of icons never drawn blood

I thought you a legend, in your daddy's car
Got found in the desert, but lost your heart

You're trying but not too hard
Cause fightings just a lost art
Still got my eyes on the prize

I'd rather be dead
Then stuck in the vacuum
Where everyone's so proud
Of who they're not

Don't need a break, I got what I got
So what if it's nothing still taking my shot

Fighting for a small part
Failing with a big heart
But I still got my eyes on the prize

Every night I feel it coming
Hunts me down but I keep running
Like a hurricane ripping through my brain

Id rather be dead
Then live with no passion

You're trying but not too hard
Cause fightings just a lost art
I still got my eyes on the prize

Every night I feel it coming
Hunts me down but I keep running