[Intro: Larry Smith]
You wanna work? You wanna work really, really, really hard?
You know what? You'll succeed. The world will you give you the opportunity to work really, really, really, really hard
[Verse 1: Krafty]
I've been alone when I've been surrounded by people
I've felt odd when I've been around all my equals
I've felt hate when I've loved, I've fell, grazed and got up
Don't matter where I'm caught, they want a judge
Fuck good behaviour while they keep cutting me off mid sentence
This kid's venting, I'll reveal more than ripped denim
I don't abide by time 'cause time is manmade
I don't intend to fail, so I'm sticking with the Plan A
It took me a while to realise that I'm in control of my life
Been holding myself back and I kept my fucking soul in a vice
Paid my dues, they sold me advice
No refunds when I figured out that what they told me was lies
I've starved for breath and I'm not a martyr yet
Plus I can't pick a religion, so what comes after death?
They tried to tear down what I've crafted, yes
So it finally hit me, I'm the fucking architect
[Chorus: Krafty]
Hey, are you feeling old?
Do you feel like you ain't got no hold
Are you losing control?
Well let me tell you, let me, let me tell you
Ayy, the architects
We are the architects now
Ayy, the architects
Of our own future, yeah
[Verse 2: Krafty]
I've been admired by those who said that they hate me
And I've been fired by those who said that they'd pay me
I've felt rage when I'm buzzed, I've felt great when on drugs
Don't matter where I bought 'em, ain't tell a judge! (shh!)
Would've risked my freedom for retaliation (yeah!)
Signed a contract and felt like I'd married Satan (damn)
I've carried burdens, tried acting perfect
But I don't think the distraction's working
Adding pain when I'm trying to subtract the hurting
Got told to sit down, I'm wrong for standing up for my rights
So fuck my life, how can I shine when they're trying to cut the lights?
Apologised to those who did me wrong
But I take it back, it is on, someone feel free to hit the gong
We're marked for death but we ain't departed yet (nah)
Plus you ain't too picky to listen, so blah blah blah blah yes (I love that bit!)
They tried to tear down what we crafted, yes
So it finally hit me, we're the fucking architects
[Chorus: Krafty]
Hey, are you feeling old?
Do you feel like you ain't got no hold
Are you losing control?
Well let me tell you, let me, let me tell you
Ayy, the architects
We are the architects now
Ayy, the architects
Of our own future, yeah
[Bridge: Krafty]
I wonder if I have got time
I can feel it with my eyes, I can see it through the blind
Always losing what I find, so I'm trying to live my life
'cause we're all gonna die
[Verse 3: Krafty]
Some say I should give it a rest
To be honest, I'm torn between giving up and giving it my best
But when I think of those who gave up prematurely
On their dream it bores me and makes me wanna reach for more, see
If the author don't finish the book then no-one can read the story
But every chapter's the same in mine, need some varnish on this frame of mind
The stars make me feel like mine ain't alligned
Wish all of my discs had support and they became a spine
Am I kidding myself by listening to the kid in myself?
Am I the architect or the product that's destined to sit on the shelf?
I guess one day we'll all find out
For now, I'll let the chorus satisfy all my doubts like
[Chorus: Krafty]
Hey, are you feeling old?
Do you feel like you ain't got no hold
Are you losing control?
Well let me tell you, let me, let me tell you
Ayy, the architects
We are the architects now
Ayy, the architects
Of our own future, yeah
