The mic is open But I am too classically trained I start to lose my thoughts somewhere When I have to play without the page
I am so inspired There are so many things I want to say But the words are forming right And I don't know how they'll play
I'll improvise that I'm worth something I'll improvise that I'm confident I'll improvise because this rapping dream Is something I've always wanted
It's time to get my priorities straight This job is making me feel branded At the end of the day I'll take the soap out of my brain To see if my mind has expanded
It's something I've never doubted But the words aren't there to sing about it If I don't like what I am doing I'll do the time Just to get out of it
My world is black and white The world is black and white Everything inbetween just seems that way How can we recognize the face we're about to fight If it is so perfectly inbetween So perfectly grey?
(Breather)
In English there are 12 tenses In life there are 5 senses Why don't you hang up your coat and stay a while And give it a few more chances
Now Chester have you heard about Harry? Who just came back from the army I hear he's picking his thoughts apart And realized it's the bad ones that he's farming
