A million lives prepared to die   Is it a song? The battle's on   We take these drives and wonder why   Is it a song? Music lives on   The taste of wine piss on the rug   Talk on the phone, the election's on   True blue sessions black and white   Historic Harlem in the heat of the night   The funk galore of all that is right   Modern is my theme, you're broke Baroque   Remember when we flyered the streets   And how we would construct our own beats?   And college came and buried our dreams   But that's alright   Everything's changing   What am I doing with my life?   At Xanadu or in the RV I'm fast to sleep   Our parents push for school but we're still drunk   The record runs til I'm hungover   Diversified harbors below teach us   The bleeding sounds of nothing at all   Infect our minds   Keep it clean for more to enjoy   Shorten this cause they've had enough   Keep on talking and never shut up   Infect our minds   If man's the measure of all things   We need our brains to stay alive   Please shout at the world: "I think I'll miss you"   It's pensive response: "It's alright it's alright"   Bliss ignorance swells inside with bliss til   The sound of a gun   I need time to decide if what I'm doing is right