As a child, it was all so simple but less literal.
I grew up, I got smart, I got cynical.
I got math, I got art, I got minutes, knew fame, got pride, got pitiful.
But as a child, it was all so simple but less literal.
I grew up, I got smart, I got cynical.
I got math, I got art, I got minutes, knew fame, got pride, got pitiful.
As we go round and round and seek the sound of balance, science teacher told me everything
is green.
It's really not.
When I was young, I saw assumptions never function right.
I saw the beauty in the raw, I knew the truth would be more thunder like the sun and strike
a lightning -hung strike.
Before the listeners, ain't it funny, we money, funny vision, we missing her.
Live a whole life fighting to be positioned up close, a bicker quick as bottles missing
a most.
Our role models unclogged the bottle, told us to put away stress, confessed from their
chest, told us I guess as good as they guess, but here I am, I've grown and crummy, good
as can't guess.
Who to praise, a waiter waiting on checks, something happened to me, grabbing out of
balance, callus faded on deck.
Tame the talent of an intellect that ain't got Nathan, that ain't got faith and have
it all, still ain't got faith and either beg or pray or put it on stress, the broken
pendulum.
As a child, it was all so simple and less literal.
I grew up, I got smart, I got cynical.
I got math, I got art, I got menace, you'll fame, got pride, got pitiful.
But as a child, it was all so simple and less literal.
I grew up, I got smart, I got cynical.
I got math, I got art, I got menace, you'll fame, got pride, got pitiful.
He quit a hookup at the bottom, look a rotten, stealth in the smell, felt victim to deficiency,
was plotting like a city, like we don't consider options.
Grew up with dreams, not my dreams, the reality we balking, is it shorty or we sep 'n, I was
older, I was do this, others caught a glimpse of the future, but called it foolish, never
knew could it amount to if they did it, they'd be jealous, pulling backwards through the
halls, half -masked at the antennas, sending shippers down the rift until they see it enough,
pain to turn to talking, if individual's speechless, it's pitiful.
I grew up and got cynical, pray to the gods, I faced the odds in the interview, praise
the god, the synagogue and the physical, smarter than the average rapper that you listen to,
darker than a father's planet planned, the pinnacle fans fan, the flames until
the rain that's menaced you.
But as a child, it was all so simple when less literal, I grew up, I got smart, I got
cynical, I got math, I got art, I got menace, you will fame, got pride, got pitiful.
But as a child, it was all so simple when less literal, I grew up, I got smart, I got
cynical, I got math, I got art, I got menace, you 'll fame, got pride, got pitiful.
They had me caught thinkin' it's all Illuminati plot
I let it humble me, but crumble me, nah, probably not
I keep it keep it movin', seek a deeper truth beneath the surface
What we speakin' on is seek the dawn, complete the circuit
T 'thaw the freezin' season, freak -a -thawin' and reconvert it
We heard the greed pervert up, word up like we need the circus
The cynic try to tell me no one listens, bet
But that ain't true, they just pissy, cause they ain't richer yet
They local vocals need to focus on they rhyme
The dolo choco moco broke and prone to toe the line
When I'm sittin' on a throne, I hope I never told a lie
I hope I never ever let my brothers think dumb at school
I still be teachin' even chief and blunts in front of school
Some fools are gonna front, I know this son'll come up too
Make a tome, he bein' cynical, it's an anchor that'll hold you back
If they believe nobody listens, why he told you that?
The time has come to grow a bit further.
A shocking, revealing account of what our society is beginning to take for granted.
To accept as a way of life.
You'll be holding your breath from San Francisco to New York to Paris.
You'll be living the truth that once was fiction.
It's sad that man will never walk on life.
