So Many Roads
Was it sleep deprivation or deep meditationThat made me miss my last train from Paddington station?Salvation, the key to incredible journeysUp bright and early, I head-first into the calm breeze
It's just me and my true geezeHe play percussion, I scribble on oak treesPretty please, you can sing my syllables credibleMy Cordon Bleu sonnets, you just wishing they edible
Indelible Ink causes a hell of a stinkIndiscreet about our trip, we don't care what you thinkOr maybe we do care, don't show concernSo many paths, it's like, which way to turn?
Look down at my shoes, I find cluesAsk myself, do I break the news to conforming fools?We swarm in enough schools to outflank the rulesOf what your DJ's playing on his one's and two's
Maybe jackin' all those samples was stupid cupidWe're never gettin' clearance or distributedThe big guns fought back, Example got mutedA warrant for my tongue plus they suited and booted
They've looted the premises, stolen my genesisMy mouth caused a fuss like I'm some kinda nemesisEnemies came, so I packed my rucksackLyrics on a microfilm up my butt crack
It's not at all what it was cracked up to beIt weren't up to me, it was down to the systemBlink and you'll miss them, consumers kiss themAnd if you're like me, have a drink and diss them
They kicked in the door signed 'Litigation'But I'm on a platform in Paddington stationI wont try and scram from the sirensJust sittin' here alone, doin' battle with my eyelids
We learnt 'Clockwork Orange' style, couple of doogsWith our tools the rules bend, troublesome dudesLike Uncle Scrooge Do 'bar humbug' the youthsThey could never travel routes in our musical boots
So we grouped to function at some unknown junctionMischievous 'til we felt the back of a truncheonBreadcrumbs for luncheon, something to munch onBruised and confused, we're like, which road to choose?
Now they closing the deficit, I never sit at easeI'm an easy target, I'm all lethargicIt was wrong to start with something unconventionalThough it was all intentional
Hardly treason to pen something verbalThat's out of season, without reasonI was just catching jokes but I'm now on the runLike, so many roads to choose but which one?
Was it sleep deprivation or deep meditationThat made me miss my last train from Paddington station?Salvation, the key to incredible journeys