Eb  
Slap me Daft, we sat down in the back of the class  
             Gm  
To seize knowledge we don´t need, I forgot my late pass  
            Fm  
But I´m early to a arival beatbox, you got raps?  
	        Gm  
Meet me on the football field, don´t sleep on field, the quarterback  
           Eb  
No one clapped when we locked in, it was removal of our class  
           Gm  
But my flag got captured and I fell between the cracks  
      Fm    
My tool for inspiration turned into a handicap  
     Gm  
No matter how I tried, I just couldn´t fill the gaps  
         Eb    
Those whipper snappers, they got trapped old chap  
        Gm  
They lost the way, they never had the right map  
                Fm         
Needed a sneak attack to slap the demons off my back  
       Gm  
So I packed for the schddle dreamed big I wouldn´t settle  
           Eb  
Put the pedal to the metal and returned to fundamentals  
    Gm      
I´ll never forget running through the hall with all y´all rebels  
              Fm  
Roaming through the high land, young bucks invincible  
                     Gm  
Echoes in my brain, if kids report to the principle  
 
Refrão: 
 
Ab  
Substance dulls the mind  
        Fm  
Traif* wine clouds the heart  
               Cm  
You can´t sew a stitch with one hand  
                   Bb  
While you´re taking it apart  
Ab   
Bright lights might look nice  
              Fm   
But they sure won´t make you sharp  
               Cm  
You can´t sew a stitch with one hand  
 
                   Bb   
While you´re taking it apart  
                   Eb  
Yeah, misty morning and my mum´s a mess  
                          Gm  
To make matters worse dog my pops is stressed  
                                           Fm  
Life is a test, make the grade or catch an F  
                                          Gm  
Now death is all that´s left to ponder  
 
I wander off hoping to catch my breath  
       Eb                                                            
And hold it, mold my memories from untold scripts  
            Gm  
And roll up in a tornado twist, now I´m certain  
               Fm  
There´s a pertinent reason I´m on this earth  
                             Gm    
Seasons change in white plains, but we remain alert  
                                       Eb  
When new school years appear, fools fear for a failure  
                            Gm   
And crawl away in tears  
                                                        Fm                
I play Popeye the Sailor and stay with spinach  
 
We walk the halls with a grimace  
 
                              Gm   
Yeah they gossip in groups  
 
I try to mind my business and tell the truth  
      Eb                                                                 Gm  
For instance, I listen, see it all with basketball court vision  
 
Ignoring ignorance in fields of fiction  
             Fm  
We lean back in the calmest position  
                                 Gm  
And embrace the honesty found within our tension  
 
What´s good?  
 
Refrão: 
 
  
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  
 
      Eb                                                         Gm  
No more war, there won´t be anymore hunger  
              
No jealousy, not even competition  
      Fm  
Let go, release, you hold the keys  
        Gm  
Time we evaporate into the breeze  
Eb  
We are nothing, we are something  
 
      Gm  
Let go, release, you hold the keys  
     Fm  
It´s time we evaporate into the breeze  
      Gm  
We are nothing, we´ll be something  
Eb  
Welcome to the desert of my soul  
              Gm  
You can stay if you like  
                                       Fm  
There´s room for one more  
                                       Gm  
There´s room for one more