(This college thing, man, I got a...)
Fat stack of paper and I can't slack, I pay for every class, fact my grades were like the Nasdaq (that's wack!) snap back a neighbor from the ASVAB and later, here's a snack pack and wafer... Now, hashtag my name sir. Face stern and work late, I put in faith first. It takes work, but it shapes and I relay words. My turn rates not great but I stay sure my labor's an A for grace heard on a grade curve. I bubble letters like Scantron. I funnel matters like Anselm. I used to dance with my pants off. But, now I'm on, too logical (ontological) and handsome. No matter, men see, the catalytic instinct. I'm out at bent knee to drown the addicts in me. But if we then bleed- number one contender. I'm transidentity, not cross gendered.
Throw your hands up. Go throw a trantrum.
Throw your hands up. This is your anthem.
Throw your hands to the sky if you want to see change. Throw them down to the ground if you're running the game. Send em out, no doubt. We're one and the same. Cause it starts right here. It starts right?
Yeah, back for more. The rap raconteur. The anti-war matador. Put your hand down if you're man enough to man the storm, have the love to demand reform, thesis in my hand- let's hammer up this can of worms. The lantern burns all sides but can a man affirm what shines so bright in light of the stanza's words. I find the fight inside, not the manicured hands of the tanned and merred fanfare and now if you're down, I'll do my part. Till Death and Dying 402 do us part, I"m doing my part. And I don't know where Dre got his, but my degree plan requires reason, so please stand up if what you believe in is taken by thieves impeding. East of Eden. Tin man made a straw man out of me. Wizard of Oz. Keep your sanity, family.
credits
from Apocrypha,
track released May 10, 2012
Lyrics by Cody Miles
Produced by Mista Min
Mixed and Mastered by Skeli
