You find yourself, you try so hard Your back's against the wall But once again you're walking on your own Across the street they're holding hands It makes you wonder why No matter what you say or where you turn You're loaded and your Rolex lays there ticking on your wrist But you feel you're running out of time You analyze, you criticize, the circumstance you live Your reputation's out there running wild It's not a calculation It's not a simulation It's soul not science It's soul not science It's soul It's soul Your senses far precede you, but you hear nobody else You plant your feet so firmly where you stand Your vision has a frequency that no one else can match Their hands are tied, you only move yourself We're in this situation Dynamic occupation It's soul not science It's soul not science It's soul It's soul It's soul It's soul It's soul It's soul