Freewheelin

[Verse 1]
I draw words out of pens like swords out of sheath
Divinity intervene, now I'm high on godspeed
Upon the mic, immobilizing globe-trotting colonizers stomping on the rights of the poor
The destitute, I testify, will rise in a matter of lifetime
So climb into the mind through the scale or a spine
When pen starts slithering to basslines, it'll make the wallflower blossom
Make you feel anonymous and conscious at the same time
I can't remain calm waiting for the beats or a nuclear bomb to drop
Find us in the record shop with or without
Distribution, independent of the bullshit of a major
Remember Monday evening in the record stores at twelve
Midnight to cop the new album off the shelf?
Either saving up allowance or your minimum wage
For eight dollars, one tape, man, you'd listen for days

[Bridge]
I'm missing the days, freewheelin'
Mean mugging rivals for no good reason
Just bein' adolescent to breathin'
But we've been so far from Eden that this paradise is hard to believe in
I'm leavin'

[Chorus]
I'm leavin'
To a place dominated by spray-painted dreams that ain't what they seem
I'm leavin'
To find myself clinging to the edge of a notebook page, writing for days
I'm leavin'
Yo, I'm going home, to atone for abandoning my native tongue grown
From the soil of my soul that I'll toil 'til I'm old
Passing the torch like the mic that I hold

[Verse 2]
Plowing in the field allowing little time to rest
Fly by night, daytime I'm chilling in my chest
Where memory is sendin' me
An astral projection to way back then, I'm chasing Rakim
Through the speakers, reaching for the makeshift microphone
Marker make your mom bark "Turn down the radio"
Complaining about the curse words, times absurd
The lines got blurred, another kid got served
And the whole house party bore witness to the occasion
Thus started growing my early reputation
Early 90's, second-generation fat laces
Used to get hit, bruises, breaking in the basement
Mixtape making was an art that we've forsaken
And the hardest thing to do is cue the tape
I'm waiting on a Sunday night listening to Nasty Nas paying them dudes
When KEXP was KCMU, true

[Bridge]
I'm missing the days, freewheelin'
Mean mugging rivals for no good reason
Just bein' adolescent to breathin', but we've been
So far from Eden that this paradise is hard to believe in
I'm leavin'

[Chorus]
I'm leavin'
To a place dominated by spray-painted dreams that ain't what they seem
I'm leavin'
To find myself clinging to the edge of a notebook page, writing for days
I'm leavin'
Yo, I'm going home, to atone for abandoning my native tongue grown
From the soil of my soul that I'll toil 'til I'm old
Passing the torch like the mic that I hold

[Outro]
The horticulture's in the pipe, so torch it with the light
Unfortunately, it'll be gone but not tonight
The horticulture's in the pipe, so torch it with the light
Unfortunately, it'll be gone but not tonight
The horticulture's in the pipe, so torch it with the light
Unfortunately, it'll be gone but not tonight
The horticulture's in the pipe, so torch it with the light
Unfortunately, it'll be gone but not tonight

[Chorus]
I'm leavin'
To a place dominated by spray-painted dreams that ain't what they seem
I'm leavin'
To find myself clinging to the edge of a notebook page, writing for days
I'm leavin'
Yo, I'm going home, to atone for abandoning my native tongue grown
From the soil of my soul that I'll toil 'til I'm old
Passing the torch like the mic that I hold