[Intro]

Yea man, I just want to be happy

And make music

Etcetera...

[Verse 1]

Yo..

When people ask me why I do this

I stand there and appear so clueless

I don't know I just feel it in my bones

Feels like the whole world's got the last name Jones

And the music

Is an enchanting breeze

Rustling through family trees

Making them have dancing leaves

That fall off and start planting seeds

Yea..yea..

And the new ones grow

And the old ones die

And the new young flow

And they don't know why

But they grow so high

Til' they get they own spot

Tower'in up in the sky

Then they wither

And like fresh tear drops

Their seeds fall and create next year's crops

The cycle of music

Learn from the old

But we write with a new twist

As we evolve we made it

A universal language we all created

I... really think we're all related

Sibling rivalry is the cause of hatred

Never met EOM but we're peas in a pod

And the reason is god

[Hook]

Oh why...

Wrote this all by myself

But I...

But it feels like I had help

Oh why...

Wrote this all by myself

But I

But it feels like I had help

[Verse 2]

From...

This person thing or being

That they call god

Heads in the Church

They all nod

Yea.. Like we're in agreement

Facts like these don't appear in the cement

No hard truth

Just time

No hard proof

Just rhyme

No reason

Just rhythm

Season to season

We're just livin'

And we..

Wake up every morning

Equipped with the tools

Of the time we were born in

And these tools

We use

To keep building

Be-come second nature to the children

Passed down from a dad to a kid

I ain't invent the wheel

But I'm glad someone did

Cuz if they did not

Then time would just stop

There'd be no jazz

Rock'n'roll or hip-hop

But we got

Infinite sums of choices

We've come a long way

Since just drums and voices.. man

This can't be random

Too well planned for nobody to have a hand in

Never met EOM but he seems like a friend now

Digital-musical pen-pal

[Hook x2]

[Outro]

Man... yea

I wrote this all myself

But it seems like I had help

Yea I wrote this by myself

But I know in my soul that I had a little help

From...

Something much bigger than me

G-o-d or whatever he be

I don't know man

I don't know fam

Freestyle gon' get with the program

No man can do it any better than me

A veteran emcee

In the place to be

I do the..

Freestyle

Dog[?] the green mile

What the suckas do

What whack mother fuckas do

Who are you to...

Try to test me

I'm cool like Nestea

You're sweet like Nestle yea..

Chocolate when I'm rockin' it..