I was walking downtown with a bright prescription
For maladaptive coping due to plight existence
Stepped on a stone, then heard a piston
And that is I when I saw this ancient transcription
Read it in my head as a message
The life that we're given is a blessin'
So quit your stressin', please stop messin'
Get with your people and keep on reppin'
Whoa
Whoa
I was up at night reflecting on the past
Who would ever thought that I'd be spittin' in math
But it's the only way to get through, true
Speak fast sing a little tune, ooo
Music makes me free
Music makes me free
Music makes me free (Singin')
Music makes me free
Like I'm emancipated
That shit was was x-rated
The way school had me fucked I was cut, serrated
Lucky though, cause' I'm tough, yes I'm plated
Now I can't barely even stay concentrated
The realization dawned that I'll be loved or I'll be hated
I'll be stuck up on this shit if I never even make it
Oh! You see? We gotta get it done
Soon it will be no work all fun
Future collars will be making big moves
But for now get a load of these vintage grooves
Oh!
Vintage collars
Practically scholars
The way we jam and
Sing and hollar
Whoa
Whoa
Bring it back to the days when life was just a haze
Eyes wide open to this new born phase
Music, life, and everything nice
You take a look back now cause it can't happen twice
You gotta lay back, cut your teacher some slack
Time's moving by and we can't get it back
Work tolls the fun and makes the sleep prolong
Feel the bass of the rhythm while I beatbox the song
Whoa
Whoa
Walkin' through the alley through my mind I'm always fiending
Then I found these guys and now my life it has some meaning
Things that never mattered they were always intervening
Now I'm getting real every week we be convening
Politics, school, getting money, being cool
I don't care about that shit cause' it makes me feel a fool
But now feel alive, when I used to just survive
Imma try to live this thing, lemme take it for a ride
Whoa
Whoa
I'm a menace, a dentist, wall street apprentice
House on the hills in which to play tennis thats the
Premise, at least, of a life that don't exist, it's the
Premise, at least, of a life I just missed not a
Pharmacist, therapist, I could make a list of the
Plans you missed, girls you kissed, handshakes, ties- that's the gist
I was making moves while you were doin' nish
But we both enlist, coexist, that's why I'm pissed (Ay)
I could tell you a story that's all nonfiction
About real life so come on and listen
How society is bad oh so cliche
And how the system is fucked we could preach all day
Been up thinking I done lost all sleep
Here I go here I go boutta get deep (Huh, huh)
Boutta get deep (Huh, huh) boutta get deep
Imagine yourself bleeding at the hands of those eliteing
Your heart is hardly beating cause the blood that it's secreting
Yes your fleeting
Not conceding
Cuz this cause has lots of meaning
While perceiving all the different lovely things that you'd be leaving
Yes it takes a loss
Just to keep up the fight
Why is this the cost, just to make it through the night
Call me dramatic because I'm switchin' up tone
But I'm as real as it gets man, straight to the bone
Hero of the underclass callin' at the phone
Yes it's time to pick up, now that we are well and grown (Huh)
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa