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Slap me Daft,Eb we sat down in the back of the class
To seize knowGmledge we don´t need, I forgot my late pass
But I´m earlFmy to a arival beatbox, you got raps?
Meet me oGmn the football field, don´t sleep on field, the quarterback
No one clapEbped when we locked in, it was removal of our class
But my flagGm got captured and I fell between the cracks
My tooFml for inspiration turned into a handicap
No maGmtter how I tried, I just couldn´t fill the gaps
Those whiEbpper snappers, they got trapped old chap
They losGmt the way, they never had the right map
Needed a sneak aFmttack to slap the demons off my back
So I paGmcked for the schddle dreamed big I wouldn´t settle
Put the pedEbal to the metal and returned to fundamentals
I´llGm never forget running through the hall with all y´all rebels
Roaming througFmh the high land, young bucks invincible
Echoes in my brain, iGmf kids report to the principle
AbSubstance dulls the mind
Traif* wFmine clouds the heart
You can´t sew aCm stitch with one hand
While you´re takingBb it apart
AbBright lights might look nice
But they sure Fmwon´t make you sharp
You can´t sew aCm stitch with one hand
While you´re takingBb it apart
Yeah, misty morningEb and my mum´s a mess
To make matters worse dog Gmmy pops is stressed
Life is a test, make the grade or catch an FmF
Now death is all that´s left to ponder Gm
I wander off hoping to catch my breath
And holEbd it, mold my memories from untold scripts
And roll up Gmin a tornado twist, now I´m certain
There´s a pertiFmnent reason I´m on this earth
Seasons change in white plainGms, but we remain alert
When new school years appear, fools feaEbr for a failure
And crawl away in tears Gm
I play Popeye the Sailor and stay with spinach Fm
We walk the halls with a grimace
Yeah they gossip in groups Gm
I try to mind my business and tell the truth
For inEbstance, I listen, see it all with basketball court vision Gm
Ignoring ignorance in fields of fiction
We lean back Fmin the calmest position
And embrace the honesty found witGmhin our tension
What´s good?
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 morEbe war, there won´t be anymore hunger Gm
No jealousy, not even competition
Let goFm, release, you hold the keys
Time we Gmevaporate into the breeze
EbWe are nothing, we are something
Let goGm, release, you hold the keys
It´s Fmtime we evaporate into the breeze
We areGm nothing, we´ll be something
EbWelcome to the desert of my soul
You can stay iGmf you like
There´s room for one more Fm
There´s room for one more Gm
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