my thoughts
my dreams
of this music, i'm'a keep on makin' it til
i've lost
my means
of makin' music, still music, got me caught in between

Learic:
I used to wanna be the best MC in the universe
Rule the earth, never uttering a foolish verse
At school I worked during study hall, searching through the words
On the page, trying to make it sick like it knew the nurse
Then I got a little older and I realized
Music is a powerful thing and can change people's lives
That's why I look into the eyes of the audience
And wonder what they're thinking when they're watching our performances
Enormous bliss is what I find when I rhyme
It's my pipeline to the source of where life's derived
I used to get frustrated and brushed aside
Now my style's updated and customized
I must've tried a dozen times to touch the sky
Then I discovered you just have to adjust your mind
That must be why it all looks so clear
But one thing never changes, yo the hook goes here

my thoughts
my dreams
of this music, i'm'a keep on makin' it til
i've lost
my means
of makin' music, still music, got me caught in between


I was raised on the Beatles, Egles and Dylan
drum kits, pianos, (record player) needles and spinnin
a headphone fiend, ego driven
determined to learn what made people listen
like when my dad played his guitar, soon as a room was full
of friends and family who sang something beautiful
in unison, breathing, far from their cubicles
Even at 10 years old, I felt what it could do to souls
My life began writing as a musical
emotions had melodies, similar to movie scores
I wrote'em down, threw'em in a loose leaf drawer
Used those bars, to wash away my looney thoughts
I'd carry a cassette per persona
get angry with onyx, depressed with nirvana
from schoolyard battles to sets with Bambattaa  
i knew i had to do this from the way that i was brought up cause...