[Verse 1: Listener]

Without these hard times you and I would not know how to treat prosperity

I've lived my life dual optically

And it would not be until I lost it that I could appreciate true clarity

In front of my many reasons for these seasonal concepts includes experience and charity

Thrift of life is what I have to grasp using it sparingly just does not seem fair to me

But I must go about humbly and try to build something

Try to help others build not just lumping my priorities as my only goals

But to point myself directionally to brighten other stars

And let them know about galaxies far beyond their thought platforms

About men and songs, about war and how it's wrong, but it's right

Because basically without the dark we would not know to covet light

I know you can hear but you don't always listen to me

Take it for granted every time you blink that when you open up you'll see

[Hook: Playdough] x2

Around and around it goes filling the flows with the catchiest slang

So who's winning this game (so who is it?)

The finger that's spinning this thing

Because its yin and its yang that keeps the world rotating

Around and around it goes filling the flows with the catchiest slang

So who's winning this game (so who is it?)

The finger that's spinning this thing

Because its yin and its yang that keeps the world rotating

[Verse 2: Playdough]

The world turns, but concerns me not with what they got

Plot land, follow the man leading to onslaught

Ignorant of what they heading for, I speak in metaphors

Straight into the market that's black, riding the track

Bareback, down the path of the straight, open the gate

Hates filling up the mind of the blind, so I decline

All the fruits spoiled, coiled up in the middle was a riddle

That had left me perplexed writing the text, out loud

As I think it, in getting into the brainstream

Looking for an answer, to keep it honest (i keep it honest)

I got the finest of noodles that I'm rhyming

Still I'm bombing to the beat I feel

The keep it real with rapping in tales of platinum sales

You ask me, its a tragedy that Master P could master the

Art of acceptance, but regardless he got it

And if he can be successful, then do I really want it?

[Hook]

[Verse 3: manCHILD]

This roller coaster ride is up and down, its voice inflection

Demolition experts, employed to destroy what's been erected

I've seen intrepid warriors turn holy water tepid

Then listen to public outcry blatant genocide on a record

That's like a cop who thanks a dealer for the crack that he sells (thank you)

Like a woman who thanks a man for all those lies that he tells (thank you)

And oh well, I smell the daisies and try to endure the bee stings

Arm in arm, with weapons shoot jagged glances at three kings

Spread my wing in the dark and fly by night

Pain infliction keeps my pen encrypted, that's how I write (oh right, alright)

I jump the turn-style, burn the sun-dial

Cry on my pillow for a lifetime, to experience just one smile

Call me a medicine man, everyone can

Yeah, I see you lying over there but I believe it's better to stand

Panhandle on the corner of devotion, and patiently waiting

For the world to defy the trends and reverse its rotation

[Hook]

Around and around it goes filling the flows with the catchiest slang

So who's winning this game (so who is it?)

The finger that's spinning this thing

Because its yin and its yang that keeps the world rotating