WP
Slap me Daft, we sat down in the back of the classTo seize knowledge we don't need, I forgot my late passBut I'm early to a arival beatbox, you got raps?Meet me on the football field, don't sleep on field, the quarterbackNo one clapped when we locked in, it was removal of our classBut my flag got captured and I fell between the cracksMy tool for inspiration turned into a handicapNo matter how I tried, I just couldn't fill the gapsThose whipper snappers, they got trapped old chapThey lost the way, they never had the right mapNeeded a sneak attack to slap the demons off my backSo I packed for the schddle dreamed big I wouldn't settlePut the pedal to the metal and returned to fundamentalsI'll never forget running through the hall with all y'all rebelsRoaming through the high land, young bucks invincibleEchoes in my brain, if kids report to the principleSubstance dulls the mindTraife wine clouds the heartYou can't sew a stitch with one handWhile you're taking it apartBright lights might look niceBut they sure won't make you sharpYou can't sew a stitch with one handWhile you're taking it apart
Yeah, misty morning and my mum's a messTo make matters worse dog my pops is stressedLife is a test, make the grade or catch an FNow death is all that's left to ponderI wander off hoping to catch my breath
Yeah, misty morning and my mum's a messTo make matters worse dog my pops is stressedLife is a test, make the grade or catch an FNow death is all that's left to ponderI wander off hoping to catch my breathAnd hold it, mold my memories from untold scriptsAnd roll up in a tornado twist, now I'm certainThere's a pertinent reason I'm on this earthSeasons change in white plains, but we remain alertWhen new school years appear, fools fear for a failureAnd crawl away in tearsI play Popeye the Sailor and stay with spinachWe walk the halls with a grimaceYeah they gossip in groupsI try to mind my business and tell the truthFor instance, I listen, see it all with basketball court visionIgnoring ignorance in fields of fictionWe lean back in the calmest positionAnd embrace the honesty found within our tension
What's good?
Substance dulls the mindTraife wine clouds the heartYou can't sew a stitch with one handWhile you're taking it apartBright lights make you blindBut they sure don't leave you sharpYou can't sew a stitch with one handWhile you're taking it apart
Trapped in the elevator of your mindIs it real, what will you find behind the doorYour imaginations put you in a bindAround you there's a cloud of gloomSwallow the key, lock yourself in a roomCan't see outside of your Universe
No more war, there won't be anymore hungerNo jealousy, not even competition
Let go, release, you hold the keysTime we evaporate into the breezeWe are nothing, we are somethingLet go, release, you hold the keysIt's time we evaporate into the breezeWe are nothing, we'll be somethingWelcome to the desert of my soulYou can stay if you likeThere's room for one moreThere's room for one more