WP

Ah… Slap me dap We sat down in the back of the class Diseased knowledge we no need I forgot my late pass But I'm early to arrive with beat box You got raps, Meet me on the football field Don't sleep On philly quarterback, No clapped when we locked in It was removal of our clasps But by flag got captured and I fell between the cracks My tool for inspiration turned into a handicap Bo matter how I tried I just couldn't fill the gaps, Those whippersnappers they got trapped old chap They lost their way they never had the right map, Needed a sneak attack to slap the demons off my back So I packed for the stheddle dream big I wouldn't settle Put the peddle to the metal and returned to fundamentals, I'll never forget running Through the hall with all y'all rebels Roaming through The highlands young bucks invincible Echoes in my brain Ipcus report to the principal Substance dulls the mind, traif wine clogs 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 while you're taking it apart Yeah Misty morning and my mom'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 fall 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 and 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, traif wine clogs 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 while you're taking it apart Trapped inside the elevator of your mind, Is it real what will you find behind the door, Your imagination put you in a bind, Around you there's a cloud of gloom Swallowed the key locked you self in a room Can't see outside of your universe, No more, there won't be anymore hunger, No jealousy, not even competition Let go release, you hold the keys It's 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 will 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.