rapping by me, beats forthcoming
the leaves have all fallen on the spots of ground
where i wander slowly fighting a persistant frown
i take down all the thoughts as they flow so fast
its very hard to find truth if you pass the class
fighting exhaustion, i start to open up the books
every (e)motion you make draws its share of looks
fighting those crooks of intellectual superiority
makes me want to redraw the plan of my priorities
cause historically i always knew i'd find the way
to make do with the stupid ways i'd make some pay
but they say life is living not some rascal poets
who bring heart to the visions they might show us
that it's bogus when they tell us we will succeed
in making it any easier to keep our women pleased
what he sees is a couldron of uncontrollable want
let me stutter up the student with a fluent taunt
that i know now what i didn't know then
that to do it correct is to do it again
and if i start over it'll be another no
the best i can do is to deliva the flow
because i know life is more than workin
and that college is the universal quirk
and i thinks i might just become a poet
cause we all lost, but they all know it
the usual methods of mayhem start coming up short
and the pilot of my instincts initiates the abort
cause before the skies to paradise remained clear
apart from the subtle subtext contributin to fear
i did hear of a man once whod made it all the way
only to sit down and been immediately turned away
they say to live happily is really live in denial
i might listen after i've been asleep for a while
through out history, the old ideas haven't failed
like an old loaf of bread all whithered and stale
the world promised when youre growing always dies
to be replaced with a sense of longing, some lies
have a way of comforting the fact youl never know
but you turn away, and feel the ever present glow
of uncertainty, some fear, and unbelievable doubt
without which we would have nothing to sing about
said i know now what i didn't know then
that to do it correct is to do it again
and if i start over it'll be another no
the best i can do is to deliva the flow
because i know life is more than workin
and that college is the universal quirk
and i thinks i might just become a poet
cause we all lost, but they all know it
you always asked me what i wanted to go out an be
an i always replied i dont know lets wait and see
at the time it was a smart response without depth
but its beginning to come clear that ill be swept
off of any steady rock i cling on to for too long
it turns out livin for the moment isnt very wrong
so as i pack up my suitcase and load my dirty car
just remember youll never really know who you are
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