Uncovering and discovering new things about myself
And this mad world around me
Many philosophies, many tongues, many dialects and tones
Different styles but wild is wild
Calm is calm, but cool is mature
Most cool cats are kids at heart
Now there's business along with the art
A chef with words, a chef with herbs
A chef with vegetables, soy products and bean curd
Some look at my face and say, “You're quite absurd”
And I say, “Why, cause I'm not down with the herd?”
Of the world I haven't seen much
But with the mind I escape the ghetto's clutch
Loose cigarettes, ass bets on celo games
Abandoned cars and colorful names on walls
Suburb days were filled with sun rays
And crooked cops who looked at me sideways
Singin' that same old song
Where ya from, cause here you don't belong
Long strolls unravel my soul like a scroll
Telling many stories untold
Some look at my face and say, “You're quite absurd”
And I say, “Why, cause I'm not down with the herd?”
I an' I light up the sky, who be the sun
To stir up your adrenaline like African drums
Status quo, no, along with the grain, no
I got my own flow
Similar to none, dangerous like itchy fingers on guns
Yet graceful like swans but there's a built in bomb
Must defuse, must choose, right or wrong, win or lose
Born to die, that's why I ask, “Why is it so hard to get a piece of the pie?”
Some look at my face and say, “You're quite absurd”?
And I say, “Why, cause I'm not down with the herd?”
Walking, thinking, feeling, responding Uncovering and discovering new things about myself And this mad world around me Many philosophies, many tongues, many dialects and tones Different styles but wild is wild Calm is calm, but cool is mature Most cool cats are kids at heart Now there's business along with the art A chef with words, a chef with herbs A chef with vegetables, soy products and bean curd Some look at my face and say, “You're quite absurd” And I say, “Why, cause I'm not down with the herd?” Of the world I haven't seen much But with the mind I escape the ghetto's clutch Loose cigarettes, ass bets on celo games Abandoned cars and colorful names on walls Suburb days were filled with sun rays And crooked cops who looked at me sideways Singin' that same old song Where ya from, cause here you don't belong Long strolls unravel my soul like a scroll Telling many stories untold Some look at my face and say, “You're quite absurd” And I say, “Why, cause I'm not down with the herd?” I an' I light up the sky, who be the sun To stir up your adrenaline like African drums Status quo, no, along with the grain, no I got my own flow Similar to none, dangerous like itchy fingers on guns Yet graceful like swans but there's a built in bomb Must defuse, must choose, right or wrong, win or lose Born to die, that's why I ask, “Why is it so hard to get a piece of the pie?” Some look at my face and say, “You're quite absurd”? And I say, “Why, cause I'm not down with the herd?” Explain Request ×
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