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