I have my thoughts to position
But do I know how to act?
I have no silent ambitions
But does that make me a man
Until I learn all I can
And mean all I understand
As a way of giving
Im a piece of the earth
I take no offence
I can be who I am
I have no pretence
Only to what you can be
If you want to be
Its a way of living
Ive got a pen in my pocket does that make me a writer
Standing on the mountain doesnt make me no higher
Putting on gloves dont make you a fighter
And all the study in the world
Doesnt make it science
So grab a piece in the air
Try an make it sing
Try and be who you can
Its the real, real thing
Im into what you can be
If you want to be
As a way of living
Ive got a pick in my pocket does that make me a player
Words cant do - what action does louder
Putting on gloves doesnt make me a fighter
And all the study in the world doesnt make it science