It's been long years gone since we rocked the linoleum Blastin the broken boom box open closin And the most awkward b-boy stance you can imagine Grab the mic tradin my backspin for rappin Back when the sinners dance Answers to caller response chance ridiculous Never bigger than our britches But the britches burned, britches were scratche Our sins were repented for Much later, hey yo DJ blessed the crowd with the sign of the cross In time we find things to refine, at the same time, the heart articulating rhyme I think it's amazing kids are waiting outside Habitual leaders at the solidarity of this ritual see Each invidual reach out, speak to teach the invisible how to be invincible
Reachin' for truth in a self-revolution The roof is on fire, what's your solution? (2x)
This be the sum, of love plus one Mold breakin, soul searchin My carriage is my feet (?) pointing hella deep like sea urchin Proceed to test your reflex knee jerk And hid it behind a curtain on the stage With my voice inside of the page Previously paved for me to walk Avaying(?) our hands to the sky Like the clock at midnight Concluded that the crowd throws their hands in the air Because the sky is falling No one else seems to care or want a piece of the pie I'm just a word in a rhyme Swimming inside of inkwells to find if my spirit is there You can find me inside of a pen waiting to burst Drowning in the reservoir quenching my thirst My first love's second home was my headphones First time I wrote what I felt because I said so Unless there's any protest allow me to begin The weather's never deep enough to wash away my sins My tongue beating the drum Beating meaning to the beat
Reaching for truth in a self-revolution The roof is on fire, what's your solution?