Was it sleep deprivation
Or deep meditation?
That made me miss my last
Train from paddington station
Salvation the key
To incredible journeys
Up bright and early i
Head-first into the calm breeze
I'ts just me and my true geeze,
He play percussion,
I scribble on oak trees
Pretty please you can sing
My syllables credible
My cordon bleu sonnets you
Just wishing they edible
Indelible ink causes
A hell of a stink
Indiscreet about our trip,
We don't care what you think
Or maybe we do care,
Don't show concern
So many paths it's like
Which way to turn
Look down at my shoes i find clues
Ask myself 'do i break the news
To conforming fools?'
We swarm in nuf schools
To outflank the rules
Of what your djs playing
On his ones and twos...
Maybe jackin all those
Samples was stupid cupid
We're never gettin
Clearance or distributed
The big guns fought back,
Example got muted
A warrant for my tongue
Plus they suited and booted
They've looted the premises,
Stolen my genesis
My mouth caused a fuss like
I'm some kinda nemesis
Enemies came, so i packed
My ruck sack
Lyrics on a microfilm
Up my buttcrack
It's not at all what it
Was cracked up to be
It weren't up to me it was
Down to the system
Blink and you'll miss dem,
Consumers kiss dem
And if you're like me have
A drink and diss them
They kicked in the door
Signed litigation
But i'm on a platform
In paddington station
I wont try and scram
From the sirens
Just sittin here alone
Doin battle with my eyelids...
We earnt 'clockwork orange'
Style couple of doogs
With our tools the rules bend,
Troublesome dudes
Like uncle scrooge do
'Bar humbug' the youths
They could never travel
Routes in our musical boots
So we grouped to
At some unknown junction
Mischievous til we felt
The back of a truncheon
Breadcrumbs for luncheon
Something to munch on
Bruised and confused we're
Like which road to choose
Now they closing the deficit,
I never sit at ease
I'm an easy target
I'm all lethargic
It was wrong to start
With something un-conventional
Though it was all intentional
Hardly treason to pen something
Verbal that's out of season
Without reason
I was just catching jokes but
I'm now on the run
Like so many roads to choose
But which one?
compositores: ROGER S. NICHOLS, PAUL H. WILLIAMS
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