Ice Station Zebra

Hear me out, it ain't easy but I'll try to explain

Everything in the world gets labeled a name

A box, a rough definition, unaffordable

Who picked the label doesn't want to be responsible

Truth, you're the one who needs the keys to the prison

You create your own box, you don't have to listen

To any of the label makers, printing your obituary

Here's an example

If joe blow says: Yo, you think like avagio

You'll respond: No, that's an insult, yo

I live in a vacuum, I ain't got but no one

Listen up, son

Everyone creating is a member of the family

Passing down genes and ideas in harmony

The players and the cynics will be thinking it's hard

But if you rewind the tape, we're all copying God

Copying God, copying God

Copying God, copying God

Add your own pace, but the puzzle is God's

Paying interest on the bills, I'm late but

I just can't seem to remember the dates

I lay low and turn off the lamps

Come on over, you can lick the stamps and

We could put together a portfolio and

Sing hallelujah in stereo

If we find a baby, let her into the hall, but

Keep the car running on motor to go

We got fever and there ain't no cure, girl

Take out insurance if you ain't too sure, girl

We do things that lovers do, well

Never have to ever hear the rings of school bells

Plad jeans, no cellular phone

All the time in the world, no twilight zone

My time is mine and they know they can't get

J. B. Tool me you got to hit and he quitted

I'm never gonna go where you want me to go, 'cause

I got feelings that you just don't know and you can

Listen up if you want to hear

And if you can't stand it, then, right here

The name of the tune is cool hand luke, 'cause

I got stripes on my pants and boots

In prison you can learn a lesson

From the hand alone to the hotbox session

Listen