Tom: Eb
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Eb
Slap me Daft, we sat down in the back of the class
Gm
To seize knowledge we don´t need, I forgot my late pass
Fm
But I´m early to a arival beatbox, you got raps?
Gm
Meet me on the football field, don´t sleep on field, the quarterback
Eb
No one clapped when we locked in, it was removal of our class
Gm
But my flag got captured and I fell between the cracks
Fm
My tool for inspiration turned into a handicap
Gm
No matter how I tried, I just couldn´t fill the gaps
Eb
Those whipper snappers, they got trapped old chap
Gm
They lost the way, they never had the right map
Fm
Needed a sneak attack to slap the demons off my back
Gm
So I packed for the schddle dreamed big I wouldn´t settle
Eb
Put the pedal to the metal and returned to fundamentals
Gm
I´ll never forget running through the hall with all y´all rebels
Fm
Roaming through the high land, young bucks invincible
Gm
Echoes in my brain, if kids report to the principle
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Ab
Substance dulls the mind
Fm
Traif* wine clouds the heart
Cm
You can´t sew a stitch with one hand
Bb
While you´re taking it apart
Ab
Bright lights might look nice
Fm
But they sure won´t make you sharp
Cm
You can´t sew a stitch with one hand
Bb
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Eb
Yeah, misty morning and my mum´s a mess
Gm
To make matters worse dog my pops is stressed
Fm
Life is a test, make the grade or catch an F
Gm
Now death is all that´s left to ponder
I wander off hoping to catch my breath
Eb
And hold it, mold my memories from untold scripts
Gm
And roll up in a tornado twist, now I´m certain
Fm
There´s a pertinent reason I´m on this earth
Gm
Seasons change in white plains, but we remain alert
Eb
When new school years appear, fools fear for a failure
Gm
And crawl away in tears
Fm
I play Popeye the Sailor and stay with spinach
We walk the halls with a grimace
Gm
Yeah they gossip in groups
I try to mind my business and tell the truth
Eb Gm
For instance, I listen, see it all with basketball court vision
Ignoring ignorance in fields of fiction
Fm
We lean back in the calmest position
Gm
And embrace the honesty found within our tension
What´s good?
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Introdução:
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Trapped in the elevator of your mind
Is it real, what will you find behind the door
Your imaginations put you in a bind
Around you there´s a cloud of gloom
Swallow the key, lock yourself in a room
Can´t see outside of your Universe
Eb Gm
No more war, there won´t be anymore hunger
No jealousy, not even competition
Fm
Let go, release, you hold the keys
Gm
Time we evaporate into the breeze
Eb
We are nothing, we are something
Gm
Let go, release, you hold the keys
Fm
It´s time we evaporate into the breeze
Gm
We are nothing, we´ll be something
Eb
Welcome to the desert of my soul
Gm
You can stay if you like
Fm
There´s room for one more
Gm
There´s room for one more
