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Slap me Daft, we sat down in the back of the class To seize knowledge we don't need, I forgot my late pass But I'm early to a arival beatbox, you got raps? Meet me on the football field, don't sleep on field, the quarterback No one clapped when we locked in, it was removal of our class But my flag got captured and I fell between the cracks My tool for inspiration turned into a handicap No matter how I tried, I just couldn't fill the gaps Those whipper snappers, they got trapped old chap They lost the way, they never had the right map Needed a sneak attack to slap the demons off my back So I packed for the schddle dreamed big I wouldn't settle Put the pedal to the metal and returned to fundamentals I'll never forget running through the hall with all y'all rebels Roaming through the high land, young bucks invincible Echoes in my brain, if kids report to the principle Substance dulls the mind Traife wine clouds the heart You can't sew a stitch with one hand While you're taking it apart Bright lights might look nice But they sure won't make you sharp You can't sew a stitch with one hand While you're taking it apart Yeah, misty morning and my mum's a mess To make matters worse dog my pops is stressed Life is a test, make the grade or catch an F Now death is all that's left to ponder I wander off hoping to catch my breath Yeah, misty morning and my mum's a mess To make matters worse dog my pops is stressed Life is a test, make the grade or catch an F Now death is all that's left to ponder I wander off hoping to catch my breath And hold it, mold my memories from untold scripts And roll up in a tornado twist, now I'm certain There's a pertinent reason I'm on this earth Seasons change in white plains, but we remain alert When new school years appear, fools fear for a failure And crawl away in tears I play Popeye the Sailor and stay with spinach We walk the halls with a grimace Yeah they gossip in groups I try to mind my business and tell the truth For instance, I listen, see it all with basketball court vision Ignoring ignorance in fields of fiction We lean back in the calmest position And embrace the honesty found within our tension What's good? Substance dulls the mind Traife wine clouds the heart You can't sew a stitch with one hand While you're taking it apart Bright lights make you blind But they sure don't leave you sharp You can't sew a stitch with one hand While you're taking it apart Trapped in the elevator of your mind Is it real, what will you find behind the door Your imaginations put you in a bind Around you there's a cloud of gloom Swallow the key, lock yourself in a room Can't see outside of your Universe No more war, there won't be anymore hunger No jealousy, not even competition Let go, release, you hold the keys Time we evaporate into the breeze We are nothing, we are something Let go, release, you hold the keys It's time we evaporate into the breeze We are nothing, we'll be something Welcome to the desert of my soul You can stay if you like There's room for one more There's room for one more
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