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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

Chorus:

Substance dulls the mind

Traif* 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

Traif* 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

*Traif* é palavra Judaica que se refere a comidas inapropriadas aos costumes dos Judeus.