Portraits Of The Men Self Made Video (MV)

He slapped my shoulder with a firm clap
He ditched the road map, cause he don't need that
So I play it with a dead bat
You know it's old hat, you got that down pat
Maybe your prospects they were too bright
You are always right, I can't win that fight
Maybe it's best that just for tonight
Suggest that you might, head down and fly right

Some are just incapable of change, they're out of range
Some people that you just cannot save, you cannot sway
These are the portraits of the men self-made

No inclination to reflect
On his defects, he has no regrets
He has no time nor truck for self doubt
What's that all about? He tunes it all out

Some are just incapable of change, they're out of range
Some people that you just cannot save, you cannot sway
We'll follow in the trails you blaze

Some are just incapable of change, they're out of range
Some people that you just cannot save, you cannot sway
These are the portraits of the men self-made

You are, the spark that lit, fire burns it, to the ground
Go on, take that trip, make that trip, on your own
You are, you're the blade cut a swathe through this town
Go on, take that trip, make that trip, on your own
You are, the spark that lit, fire burns it, to the ground
Go on, take that trip, make that trip, on your own