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Intro
I grew up believing responsibility was something you earned with age,
that change waited politely in the hallway
until you were fed, stable, ready.
History taught us a different lesson.
History never waits.
Power never waits.
The tyrants certainly never wait.
Verse 1
We thought we were doing the right thing,
keeping our heads down,
building lives before building movements.
We told ourselves revolutions could pause
so we could finish school,
so we could afford rent,
so we could find calm before we found our voices.
By the time we looked up,
the doors had already been locked behind us.
The ones in our generation who loved power
had climbed those steps fast,
helping the older giants stack their gold
and tighten their grip on every lever.
Chorus
Don’t wait for your turn,
because they will never hand it to you.
Don’t wait for the perfect moment,
because the moment is always now.
The world won’t open the gate out of kindness,
you have to push it before it seals.
Don’t wait for your turn,
because tyrants move quicker than hope.
Verse 2
You’ve seen how the cycle plays out.
Historians sketch it again and again,
the way each generation steps forward
only after the last one falls.
But elites understand the calendar better than any scholar.
They don’t retire.
They entrench.
They build labyrinths around every institution,
and they invite the ambitious few from the next wave
to help maintain the maze.
We blinked and watched classmates become gatekeepers,
friends become mouthpieces,
peers become architects of the very walls
we once swore we’d tear down.
Bridge
You think you have time.
You think the fight will wait until you’re settled.
But every year you hesitate,
someone else lays another brick.
Every voice that stays quiet
makes room for someone who shouldn’t speak at all.
Every delay becomes a permission slip
for the ones who dream of stamping out your future.
Chorus
Don’t wait for your turn,
because they will not leave a turn for you.
Don’t wait for comfort,
because comfort is how they win.
Every step you take now
changes the shape of the world they inherit.
Don’t wait for your turn,
don’t wait for the signal,
don’t wait for the age they told you mattered.
Outro
We waited,
and the tyrant sprinted.
You don’t have to repeat our mistake.
Move now,
while your fire still burns in your bones.
Move now,
before someone decides your fire is a threat.
The world is already shifting.
Shift it your way.