Show me where to start   Can’t question a phrase when my heart is on red alert   Panic in the air   Pray to the kids on the street and everywhere   Who would be the man    To stand in the gap for the truth whenever it demands   Papas on his knees   ‘Cause he can’t tell a wood from the tree      Honor down low   Hit your ride, you decide   You will never compromise   Time to take it slow   Pick it up, dust it down   Remember you can improvise   But all is said and done   Relax and come back   What you don’t know is shaded tree   Papas on his feet   Now he can tell a wood from the tree      Roll that stone    Roll that stone out of the way   (6x)      Roll that stone    out of the way    (3x)      Roll that stone out of the way   Now roll   (6x)      Roll that stone   Roll that stone