The arts fired up and bout to smash
Gonna talk about some misfit fucks and boulderdash
I like to sit in the back seat
Smoke a swisher sweet at the track meet
Bento bombed a peace on a back street
And he didn't ask me
It's alright, I fuck with you gladly
So greatful that the people will have me
Peace to the people that stab me
I wish a zone of pleasure to them
Attended midnight mass
We all got drunk for your sin
Showed some love to the credit card and swiped it again
Fuck rules and hate money
Survival is Slim
Imaginary friends, I've been surviving with them
Mining jewels and gems
The memories never end
Now if I embrace the state and play the part
This dudes gonna fuck around and break your heart
Teach me the ways of the trades and the truths
What to do on holidays
When the lights turn blue

I only wear shorts when I play basketball
except that one show we rocked down the street at Lincoln Hall
Ball
Why the fuck we talking at all
Ball
Ain't these killers breaking the law
Theres enough white generals to haunt my dreams
Enough turnt homeboys that fuck my scene
May lean on a stereo type
Do you play music on a stereo type
Right

Left I was going
Felt some strength from the poem
You are beautiful
Me, I keep hoping
Soaking in the marvelous sound
Sipping the potion
Seeing how the natives get down
Yeah I be scopin'
Laugh with you
Do the dab, we're doomed
Rather swoon some shroons and rearrange some rooms, Oh!
Please be gentle
The rhymes don't pay me
The life stays simple
The mind fights crazy
Famous last words read sex no babies
Did'nt mix the song, I'm too fucking lazy
One finger in the air when we started to clown
Love to see the human beings looking around
Rather do the basement, then make the reservations
Rather put the money towards the path of the creation
I don't get mad or even
i call Steven
Try to get an unbias sketch of what I'm feeling
Everything around me, exactly what I'm dreaming
Give me all of your art
Just give me all of your art.