This where the talking ends and life begins....
Let's start again, it's hard out here,
Why does it have it to be so complicated?
This is where all the conversation stops, and life begins, why does it have to be so complicated?
Welcome to my world where...
Imagination kept running
Sprinting and sprinting
Still trying to catch up....
Walk into the bedroom
of that only child....
Singing and humming
what would be his future.......
A prep school graduate
With a c average but I never seemed average
I would talk all night bout being Outasight
But I never kareem'd magic
Till I put the words to bed
And woke up the action
And canned the laughter
I ain't trying to make a stand
I'm trying to fill up the rafters
Explanations repeat in my mind
voices skipping back and forth
like stones cross the pond...
Taken trips down memory lane
don't bring pain
they be making me feel a certain way
about those wasted days.......
and when I hear about acquaintances
Thru old friends I still hear they hating to no end
I shouldn't even waste my breath on em
cuz if I confronted em they'd get all choked up
and I wouldn't waste my breath on em
and I wish on death on none...
except my old self
the lost kid who thought he was owed wealth
cuz he was so ill oh well
Let's start again, it's hard out here,
Why does it have it to be so complicated?
This is where all the conversation stops, and life begins, why does it have to be so complicated?
Welcome to my world where...
Imagination kept running
Sprinting and sprinting
Still trying to catch up....
Walk into the bedroom
of that only child....
Singing and humming
what would be his future.......
A prep school graduate
With a c average but I never seemed average
I would talk all night bout being Outasight
But I never kareem'd magic
Till I put the words to bed
And woke up the action
And canned the laughter
I ain't trying to make a stand
I'm trying to fill up the rafters
Explanations repeat in my mind
voices skipping back and forth
like stones cross the pond...
Taken trips down memory lane
don't bring pain
they be making me feel a certain way
about those wasted days.......
and when I hear about acquaintances
Thru old friends I still hear they hating to no end
I shouldn't even waste my breath on em
cuz if I confronted em they'd get all choked up
and I wouldn't waste my breath on em
and I wish on death on none...
except my old self
the lost kid who thought he was owed wealth
cuz he was so ill oh well