a maze And start the craze When they opened my cacoon It was time to bloom Thinkin' like ten people, trapped in one room Sittin' in my sandbox,
song lovers, but merely against that peculiar hard core who seem to equate authenticity with artisti It and illiteracy with charm. [piano] Oh, one more thing. one
own risk Aiyyo, E-Swift, bust the break Verse three is another one for those to remember King Tee is the champ, smashin? all contenders For those who disbelieve, just step in my direction
remember when you were seven And the only thing that you wanted to do Was show your mum that you could play piano Ten years have passed And the one
the third rail on the pain of remedy The prescription's one every hour Now it's a havoc If ya need another hit from the freestyle fanatic Attention, follow directions
these 20 acrobatic tricks in a row, one, two, three, four, five... Splits, spread eagles, back flips, flip flops, one right after the other. Well, this one
third rail on the pain of remedy The prescription's one every hour, now it's a havoc If ya need another hit from the freestyle fanatic Attention, follow directions
you left people pullin you right) I'm being pulled in a million directions (It's so hard standing here in the spotlight) sometimes the safest place I know (sittin at the piano
eyes The smell of the wax on the wooden floor Mixture of polish and soap No children to fear or to play with Rows of empty hooks for the coats An upright piano
play the piano or just bang on it? (Black, black, black motherfuckers in the house) About time, hell (Black, black, black motherfuckers in the house) Cliff, that boy on that piano
gonna play the piano or just bang on it? (Black, black, black motherfuckers in the house) About time, hell (Black, black, black motherfuckers in the house) Cliff, that boy on that piano
And the shroud tailor measures him For a deep six holiday The stiff is froze, the case is closed On the one that got away Now Jim Crow's directing traffic
the shroud-tailor measures him for a deep-six holiday, The stiff is froze, the case is closed on the one that got away Now Jim Crow's directing traffic
have I become, I'm a loser, I'm a phony I'm losing all my homies, lately, I don't even know me No one to console me, no one can't control me Maybe I'm
pray [ piano ] Our clothes were clean but faded sometimes our feet were bare But no one noticed anything except the Lord was there We'd come from all directions
it too Does it take all direction, all control over you? When you sing do you slip away? Back to that place in your mind? Let our love be the one thing
when you where 7? And the only thing that you wanted to do Was show your mum that you could play the piano Ten years have passed And the one thing