I generally vent from the ventricle
Trust an aorta to dispense what is sensible (uh-huh)
In a world where the truth is unmentionable
I tiptoe with my tap shoes, my black views are not identical
Or very welcome, like Van Helsing at the Vatican
Kicking that rap again
Blurting out that I'm African
And so are some of you
But, you'd rather cup your ears and sing Xanadu (yup!)
I guess, to challenge the world could damage you
And really rip through the flesh, like a cannibal
Wipe the slate clean, proceed to daydream
Wipe the slate clean, proceed to daydream
Yes, the blue skies occasionally turn grey (indeed)
Yes, we calculate your age by your birthday (indeed)
But we also love ourselves in the worst way
Man and woman-kind floored from the first day
Young World
♪
Chapter 7!
♪
Young World
Young world, before you say, "Hey, let's hold up"
Spread sheets and see the way things fold up
It's been a minute, yes indeed, so you're older
Is there a big fat chip on your shoulder? (yup)
Take care, before it becomes a boulder
An avalanche, an aroma
That can leave you stuck in a coma
Many lessons, many teachers in life
Some of us never graduate with that diploma
Or even make it to the next phase
We celebrate days and weeks, and months and years
Should we celebrate sweat and a bunch of tears?
In a world, where your rubber stamp's worthless from the beginning
Got to go and find your purpose, nobody's grinning
The winner never seems nervous
Life is not just a moment, it's a skillful opponent
That you have to fight or learn to just roll with