It’s been long years gone since we rocked the linoleum   Blastin the broken boom box open closin   And the most awkward b-boy stance you can imagine   Grab the mic tradin my backspin for rappin   Back when the sinners dance   Dancers were listeners   Answers to caller response chance ridiculous   Pants demanded saggin   Never bigger than our britches   But the britches burned, britches were scratche   Our sins were repented for   Much later, hey yo DJ blessed the crowd with the sign of the cross   In time we find things to refine, at the same time, the heart articulating rhyme   I think it’s amazing kids are waiting outside   Habitual leaders at the solidarity of this ritual see   Each invidual reach out, speak to teach the invisible how to be invincible         Motion Movement   Architects, blueprints   Showin’, groovin’   Teachers, students   Reachin’ for truth in a self-revolution   The roof is on fire, what’s your solution? (2x)         This be the sum, of love plus one   Mold breakin, soul searchin   My carriage is my feet (?) pointing hella deep like sea urchin   Indeed be certain   Proceed to test your reflex knee jerk   And hid it behind a curtain on the stage   Burnin inside with rage   Rewrote the script   With my voice inside of the page   I’ve decided the ways   Previously paved for me to walk   Will never see me, nor my footprints   I stalk in the nighttime   Avaying(?) our hands to the sky   Like the clock at midnight   Convinced of my demise   Concluded that the crowd throws their hands in the air   Because the sky is falling   No one else seems to care   or want a piece of the pie   Not a generous share   Can I possibly prove   My intentions are clear   I’m just a word in a rhyme   And a kick in the snare   Swimming inside of inkwells to find if my spirit is there   You can find me inside of a pen waiting to burst   Drowning in the reservoir quenching my thirst   My first love’s second home was my headphones   First time I wrote what I felt because I said so   Unless there’s any protest allow me to begin   The weather’s never deep enough to wash away my sins   So I drop it on the one   My tongue beating the drum   Beating meaning to the beat         Motion Movement   Architects, blueprints   Showin, groovin   Teachers, students   Reaching for truth in a self-revolution   The roof is on fire, what’s your solution?