Square Peg Syndrome

by Dyalekt & DJ MilkMoney

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From the Hip Hop Play about a biracial student stuck in detention after a schoolwide race riot. Also the basis for A History of Me, a 6-week writing and performance curriculum for students of all ages.

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released November 1, 2009

Dyalekt raps on most stuff. brokeMC has a verse. Nepotism considering brokeMC recorded, mixed, & mastered the whole thing at Asterisk Art Project. DJ MilkMoney plays the scratcheridoo. Beats moslty by Domer, but Conscious & euphAmism made a couple as well. Crystal Clarity painted the aweseomeness that is the cover.

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Dyalekt Brooklyn, New York

MC/Educator/Playwright/Actor/Velociraptor/Monkeywrench. He toured internationally with his one man (+1 DJ) Hip Hop play (and curriculum) Square Peg Syndrome. He is a Hip Hop Educator, & has taught Hip Hop for pre-schoolers & Yale grad students alike (& many students back home in the Virgin Islands). Been in many a stag play from the Nuyo to the Public. Rocks w/MINDSpray & Deathrow Tull. ... more

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Track Name: I Talk Too Much
Well I was born in Philly/ Rugged?/ Not really/
Just a young kid with theories/ Blunt/ Unappealing/ The trouble I’ve been in/
It’s peeling back layers/ An onion of a life/
Seasoned with the flavor of racism twice/
Half White/ Son of an immigrant who fled in the night/
Failing to be of a master race was his only crime/
His ascendance from poverty was a lonely climb/
It’s aight/ it only served to strengthen his might/
On the other hand/ My mother was a queen/
Seed of the streets and seen the obscene/
Don’t trust the world, it can be unclean!/
Her ancestors screamed/ In her African dreams/
Now here’s me/ Half Fred Sanford/ Half Dukes of Hazzard/
See, I’m used to madness/
One part Prince/ One part Aerosmith/
With a hint of Bob Dylan and Parliament/
Need an audience desperately/
You know the kid with a new skit every week/ Incessantly?/
Toothbrush for a mic/ Flashlight for a spotlight/
A colorful sight/ Even under the cover of night/
Grew into a stereotype/
A meteorite/ Crashing/ Burning/ Screaming “I’m right!”/
My own media hype/ Comin’ straight from my mind/
And even if I’m wastin’ your time/ The pleasure is mine
Track Name: Froze Up Meltdown
I walk the earth/ With my heart on my sleeve/
The last dragon/ A madman/ In the garden of Eve/
With Adam/ Part of me leaves/ But a part of me eats/
The apple/ And sees equality's a marketing scheme/
I had to/ Part of me grieves what a part of me needs/
I felt like I'd let Mary Magdalene come swallow my seed/
I couldn't conceive the way/ Much less follow or lead/
Been missing so long/ My face is on a carton of cheese/

And when the chips are down/ And the skies are grey/
And when I look to you/ Just to find my way/
And when you /Say it's there/ But I know that it's not/
I end up back on the road less traveled of Hip Hop/

We keep it movin’/
I don’t know if I can take a next step/ We keep it movin’/
I don’t know how much in me I got left/ We keep it movin’/
We keep it movin’ ‘til we run out of breath/

They think we slow and stupid/ But we show and prove it/
Seems the only nuisance is that truth is like cupid/ It’s so elusive/
Through the wet dreams/ Of reckless schemes/ Another neck swings/
From a red brick tree/ Streets is deadly/

And when the moon is full/ And my lungs are black/
And when I/ Jump at shadows and thunder cracks/
And when you/ Try to stop me/ But stumble back/
That’s when Hip Hop gets me on track/ So relax/

I walk a balance beam/ So many in my community challenge me/
They’re usually sad to see/ And die gruesome and tragically/
His majesty/ Undisputed/ And a human catastrophe/

A beautiful masterpiece/ In a luminous galaxy/
Confusion it carries me/ Through this translucent insanity/
Of coonery blasphemy/ That’s used unabashedly/
To fuel the veracity/ Of these crews that’s attackin’ me/
But instead of wack MC’s/ I’d rather battle reality/
But I guess that’s life/
That’s what I told my last employer when I quit my 9 to 5/
‘Cuz hip hop is my 9 to 5 and my 5 to 9 and my next 9 to 5/
Until the day I die and reach my next lifetime/
And when you see me in a year 3000 speakeasy/
In a black dasheki/ Sparkin like Mawadi Mobeke/
With every monitor gleaming/
See my mom’s is a genius/ Pops is a phoenix/
And I’m the map to them/ Unlockin’ their secrets/

And when the road is forked/ And I have to choose/
And when I wonder why/ I’m so damn confused/
And when you tell me how much I stand to lose/
That’s when Hip Hop gets me in tune/ So I move/

I move/ With purpose Executing a sound plan/
The groove/ Rhythm electrocuting the sound man/
The news/ Consider me history’s soundtrack/
And who?/ Dyalekt/ Don’t give a damn if I sound wack/
And count that/ Same guy/New place/Same smile/New face/
Same candidate and I’m runnin a new race/
You screwface/ Cuz you see old love as new hate/
So I’ma keep walkin ‘til you wake up like School Daze/

And when the chips are down/ And the skies are grey/
And when I look to you/ Just to find my way/
And when you /Say it's there/ But I know that it's not/
I end up back on the road less traveled of Hip Hop/

I’m not afraid to die/ I’m afraid of time/
It passes quickly/ And one day will leave me behind/

Until that day comes/ We keep it movin’/
Until that day comes/ We keep it movin’/
Until that day comes/ We keep it movin’/
We keep it movin’/ Stoppin’ now would be stupid
Track Name: Mary Go Round
With all that I know/ And all that you know/
Don’tcha think we woulda figured it out by now?/

With all that I know/ And all that you know/
Don’tcha think we woulda figured it out by now?/

And I’ve asked GOD/ Does it have to be so hard?/
I’ve often wondered in my thoughts if I’ma make it ‘til tomorrow/
It’s wrong/ In my dreams I’m a lonely distant star/
Shining high above the clouds in a land that time forgot/
I’ve fought the powers that be so many times/ And I’ve defeated/
So many personal demons that you’d think I was a preacher/
Even thinking my speech is weakened/ Remember being conceited/
Been through so many beefs that my feelings have become vegan/
I’m seeking/ My Valhalla with a wisdom’s uplifting aura/
Decisions of my Gomorrahs instead made my heart a martyr/
My sorrow/ Reflected on parchment/ In a neglected/ Wretched apartment/
My blessings forgotten/ Everything rotten has left me heartless/
I’m sorry/ I cracked under the pressure/ Been drenched in failure/
Essentially melted to vapor/ Left to rain on my forty acres/
Distorted/ Conflicted/ Listless/ Aborted my sense of vision/
I hope you miss him/ Yours truly, Anakronizzm

With all that I know/ And all that you know/
Don’tcha think we woulda figured it out by now?/

With all that I know/ And all that you know/
Don’tcha think we woulda figured it out by now?/

Sometimes I feel like the only face in a crowd of blurs/
I can’t stand the rain because my pain caused the cloud burst/
The Nile’s thirst from tributaries dried the brown earth/
And my hurt/ In literary form/ Dictates how sound works (word)/
We was beginners with Hannibal stompin’ Venice/
But something musta got in us/ ‘Cause all of us turned to bitches/
This is/ Unacceptable/ Beaten down by the federal/
Ineffectual/ With armies so infinitesimal/
We’ve been brainwashed/ Hoodwinked/ Bamboozled/ The whole nine/
Go rock your ice while your cousins suffocate in diamond mines/
It’s by design/ We’ve been itemized/ Written off as a loss/
Gone soft/ Been derailed from our train of thought/
It seems to me we’ve given up/ Already lost/
Myself included/ We’ve all been trapped inside the box:/
Jail cell/ Cubicle/ Local bar/ Or lonely thoughts/
That’s why I’m here/ (but why do you still care?)/ I forgot

With all that I know/ And all that you know/
Don’tcha think we woulda figured it out by now?/

With all that I know/ And all that you know/
Don’tcha think we woulda figured it out by now?/
Track Name: ShadowBox Doubt
Welcome ladies and gents to tonight’s main event/
This fight isn’t for titles or a check to pay rent/
It’s about respect/ One fighter will have his chin checked/
And a dent in his ego he’s gonna try to prevent/
The first competitor we present is named Confidence/
He’s a rookie/ Ready to give 100 percent/
Full of energy / and down to experiment/
Claims he can punch a hole in a block of cement/
And on the other side/ The veteran: Doubt/
Virtually undefeated after hundreds of bouts/
A big mouth with a bigger reputation for knockouts/
This match is 12 rounds in front of a sold out crowd/
Let’s get ready to rumble/Confidence stumbles/
One “Why are you trying?” jab and the bridge of his nose crumbles/
It doesn’t pay to be humble/ He tried to give daps/
Doubt saw that as the perfect chance to attack/
One “That’s why she dissed you” sucker punch to the gut/
And an uppercut of “Even your mother thinks you suck”/
But Confidence isn’t through/ A “Worked hard, went to school”/
Combo/ But Doubt dodges them all/ He’s so smooth/
A blow to the ribs/ “Your not the father of your kids”/
“Your not rich/ You’re somebody nobody would miss”/
Confidence is bleeding/ He sure is taking a beating/
“That time you got caught cheating? You nearly cried you weakling”/
“When’s the last time you got some ass?”/Confidence is on the mat/
No surprise/ Doubt made his face a punching bag/
He’s not up by the count of 5/ Is he even alive?/
He’s on one knee/ Let’s see if he makes it in time/
Confidence gets up at nine/ A haymaker to Doubt’s eye/
“I did cry/ I was mad at myself because I lied”/
Doubt’s eye is beginning to swell/ Confidence has been through hell/
But by the way he’s swinging now/ You can scarcely tell/
“I take pride in the truth and I learn when I lose”/
Confidence is putting his footwork to good use/
The momentum is shifting/ Doubt is swinging but missing/
Every blow adds to Confidence’s chance of winning/
Doubt throws a lazy hook/ “You’re ugly/ look”/
A counterpunch of “So what”/ And Doubt’s body is shook/
But he tries to mount a comeback/ “Look. You ain’t Black”/
“You can’t dance or rap/ You’re coffee with half and half”/
“And you’re not white/ That’s why they don’t treat you right”/
“You’re a loser in life you uneducated kike”/
Confidence steps to the side/”That’s their problem, not mine”/
Fist and jaw collide/ Doubt goes down this time/
He can’t get up/ It’s the end of the fight/
For now/ The rematch is every night for life…

My ill is impregnable
My freestyle is indefatigable
Praise to Bambatta
I will eat the beat’s children
What I mean to say is: were it possible for an instrumental to have sexual intercourse
And produce offspring,
Said offspring would be a midmorning snack with a protein shake
Track Name: Down Moses
We been enslaved/ 400 years straight/

And Moses swam across a lake?/

There you go again/ Talkin’ all that smack/
‘Cuz you carried the pyramids on your back/
My back/ seen plenty of whiplash/
On account of my owner’s wrath/

Bah/ Slavery/
Baby me/ Make me weak/
It’s not easy/ Having a place of your own/
Wven people come to your home and explode/

Them Palestinians?/ They got a reason to fight/
It ain’t like bein stolen in the night/

If you had guns/ It would’ve been a war/
Won’t revolution settle the score?/

How you know bout that?/

It was on youtube/

So, what are you tryin to prove?/

There’s ghetto’s in Oakland/
There’s ghetto’s in Poland/

It ain’t that bad/ You give each other a hand/

It’s not my fault you left the village in the motherland/
A culture intact is a culture complete/
That’s why we helped build the NAACP
Shalom means hello/ goodbye/ and peace

Yeah/ So does peace/

Chanukah/
Kwanzaa/
Broom jumper/
Glass stomper/
If nothing else/ We know how to run/

You can still call us the defiant ones/

At least we got a sense of humor/
Every good comedian is either Black or Jewish/
That’s why we Lookin’ to the future/

We got more reason to laugh than we used ta/

Go down Moses
way down in Egypt´s land
Tell ol´ Pharaoh,
Let my people go.

Go to Sing Sing/
Go down to Rikers Isle/
Tell the Warden/
Let my people go/

Go to Wal Mart/
Down to them offices/
Tell the manager/
Let my people go/

Go to Viacom/
Unplug AOL/
Tell the media/
Let my people go
Track Name: Square Peg Syndrome
I’m not an African/
Or an African-American/
I’m an American/
Was born here/ Probably be buried in/
This land of misfits/ Liars and freedom/
To be me/ Long as being me ain’t treason/
The reason it’s easy for labels to stick/
The rich wanna keep track of who’s beneath them/
It used to be you’re either/ either/ neither/ or other/
Judge?/ Who reads?/ they scared of what’s under covers/
That’s why we couldn’t call another brothers/
Don’t you know division is for suckas?/

And this is for all the square pegs out there/
Who don’t speak the language and really don’t care/
Who got nappy hair and think life’s unfair/
Who can’t walk into a room with out the stare/
Well this is me/ I’m not you/
I’m here to make your lies come true/
Keep your opinions if you want to/
1, 2, 1, 2/ Come unglued

A punch in the liver/ After a bottle of liquor/
That’s how fun it is to hear white folk say nigger/
Especially true/ When they ain’t talkin’ to you/
And all of sudden look who’s the bully at school/
I don’t blame him/ We search for ourselves in the masses/
Find a match and we practice their habits/
A distraction from the spinning of the planet/
So we don’t notice hierarchy is fascist/
‘Cuz if we figured out/ That everything’s the same/
From the smallest atom up to the Milky Way/
Then we wouldn’t take/ These roles that we play/
And the rules of the day fade away to grey/
No more sacrifices to appease the Gods/
Or being better than people ‘cuz the people are odd/
Ask Malcom/ He saw the through the mirage/
They shot him when he became Malik Shabazz/

And this is for all the square pegs out there/
Who don’t speak the language and really don’t care/
Who got nappy hair and think life’s unfair/
Who can’t walk into a room with out the stare/
Well this is me/ I’m not you/
I’m here to make your lies come true/
Keep your opinions if you want to/
1, 2, 1, 2/ Come unglued

This goes out to walking contradictions/
Caught in a high contrast caste system/
I’m glad that I got bad vision/
I don’t even see the box that I don’t fit in/
Racism/ Sexism/
But the best ism/ Is schism/
Before you conquer you gotta split ‘em/
That’s only if you can get ‘em to listen/

And this is for all the square pegs out there/
Who don’t speak the language and really don’t care/
Who got nappy hair and think life’s unfair/
Who can’t walk into a room with out the stare/
Well this is me/ I’m not you/
I’m here to make your lies come true/
Keep your opinions if you want to/
1, 2, 1, 2/ Come unglued
Track Name: 100% ft brokeMC
100%?/ 100%?/
Ain’t nothin’ in this world that’s 100%
It would be effortless to give 100%
’Cuz everything’s nothin’/ Fucked up/ Isn’t it?

I only use 10% of my brain/
I guess if I was smarter I could better explain/
The strain of the plain who crave to be perfect/
A glacier underwater yearning for surface/
But is it worth it?/ Maybe it’s why I’m half assed/
In class I only need a 65 to pass/
But if I shot that from 3/ I’d be the number one draft/
With a lump sum of cash/ On some "who needs math?"/
At a glance/ If my record goes platinum/
Less than one percent of America owns my album/
How come/ So few of us that live affordably?/
And you wonder why I got a problem with authority/
It’s ‘cuz I’m a minority/ And the government ain’t supporting me/
Maybe statistics will elicit more from me/
Nearly 30% of Black males see jail/
While White folks make up 55% of welfare/

100%?/ 100%?/
Ain’t nothin’ in this world that’s 100%
It would be effortless to give 100%
’Cuz everything’s nothin’/ Fucked up/ Isn’t it?

Pure/ Unadulterated is a myth/
It’s like the perfect world in Plato’s book The Republic/
It only exists in a higher consciousness/
And everything on earth is just a big ol’ mix/
On average/ 20% percent of Blacks is white as snow/
So we kinfolk ‘cuz grandma got poked?/
Even still it was ’65 before grandma could vote/
And 60% of youth consider voting a joke/
We vote on cell phones for our favorite show/
And are led to believe the common Joe’s in control/
Uh no/ Half a you don’t know what you want/
The other half is too scared to speak so they front/
Just once/ In my life/ I’d like to be one in a million/
But it takes a large percent to turn a villain to a pilgrim/
I’m chillin’/ I got my calculator built in/
If I only reach one of you people/ I can still win/

100%?/ 100%?/
Ain’t nothin’ in this world that’s 100%
It would be effortless to give 100%
’Cuz everything’s nothin’/ Fucked up/ Isn’t it?
Track Name: Doin' My Job
I work the beat/ My job: keep the peace on the street/
Blond crew cut six two/ Two thirty physique/
Job’s dirty indeed/ That’s why I carry a nightstick to keep it clean/
Plus a thirty-eight special that loads six/
I wear a neat pressed clean navy blue uniform/
Plus a badge that’s proof I’m never doing any harm/
You might see me on your block/ Or in the local doughnut shop/
I’m an officer of the peace/ But you punks call me a cop/
I never get the respect I deserve/ You call us pigs/
While you congratulate each other after doin’ a bid/
Since I was a kid/ I’ve wanted to rid the neighborhood of crime/
And I don’t care if you’re Black/ Latin/ Asian/ Or White/
I’m not racist/ That’s just one of the news’s excuses/
It’s not my fault most Black kids are too stupid to stay in school/
And their welfare junkie parents aren’t involved/
So when I bust ‘em for shoplifting I’m just doin’ my job.

(DJ scratches in “I’m just doin my job”)

These kids are bad/ Nowadays they grow up too fast/
Either pregnant or selling drugs/ Don’t wanna come to class/
Too much sass/ In my day I wouldn’t tolerate it/
But nowadays we can’t pray or make use of switches/
And lord knows they could use some of both/
Plus some manners/ What do parents do with these kids at home/
They’re left alone/ That’s why test scores are so low in the state/
And they’ve got some nerve blaming it on discrimination in race/
Drugs and violence because of the environment/ I’m not buying it/
That’s like saying the climate has to do with math and sciences/
Their English is a mess because of that ebonics nonsense/
They don’t listen to me/ They listen to rap/ They steal/ They’re dishonest/
They frighten me/ When I scold they threaten to get even/
I can’t control them/ How do you expect me to teach them?/
Can’t hold them all back/ School would be an overcrowded mob/
So when I pass another illiterate I’m just doing my job.

(DJ scratches in “I’m just doin my job”)

I’ve been your boss for six years/ Worked with you for thirteen/
We’ve got the same skills/ Same experience/ And the same degree/
Hired on the same day/ You were chosen because of affirmative action/
But I never held that against you/ Invited you on a trip to Aspen/
You declined/ Said you couldn’t afford it to be polite/
It’s alright/ I know you didn’t wanna hang out with me and the wife/
It’s a shame yours left you after you took that second job/
And that time you got robbed and had to move in with your mom/
Maybe you should move to a better neighborhood/
Stop trying to save the ghetto/ Some goals are unattainable/
That stack of papers piling up on your desk should be your focus/
Ahh, you’re hopeless/ That’s why you never got a promotion/
You work hard/ You’re smart/ But there’s a problem with your attitude/
It’s distracting/ Not the black thing/ It’s not like I’m after you/
Now I know we’ve got history/ But it’s lonely at the top/
I have to let you go/ I’m just doing my job.
Track Name: Dance
You might as well DANCE/
Shake/ Boogie/ And wind/
‘Cuz don’t nobody care what goes on in your mind/
Just DANCE/
Not a care at all/
Shut up/ Get up/ And drink some alcohol/

Let’s party/ Let’s boogie/ Let’s keep it movin’ and shakin’/
It’s on and crackalackin’/ Poppin’/ Wheelin’/ And Breakin’/
Grab somebody/ Anybody/ And get down like you naked/
It’s a ritual that’s ancient/ Tribal/ Human/ And pagan/
To hump like animals/ Act a fool/ That’s what you have to do/
I’m gonna get a Grammy if I keep you dancin’ ‘til the afternoon/
Bashful/ Bladderful/ Beautiful/ Intoxicate/
No consequences/ Fat kid/ Lots of cake/
Hot today/ Whoo/ Half nekkid/ Still sweatin/
You can forget about your problems if you keep on steppin’/
Wife late/ Rent late/ Bills late/ Feel great/ Shit faced/
Ixnay the ingray/ This chick may give brain/
Turn it up/ You ain’t got nothin’ to say but game/
We still feel young when we get drunk and play/
Songs that leave us dumbstruck by the drum/
And all in the name of fun/ Come get some/

You might as well DANCE/
Shake/ Boogie/ And wind/
‘Cuz don’t nobody care what goes on in your mind/
Just DANCE/
Not a care at all/
Shut up/ Get up/ And drink some alcohol/

Here we go now/ Words/ Huh/ Good god/ What are they good for?/
Absolutely Nothin’/ ‘Cuz you can get shot for sayin’ somethin’/
One more time now/ Words/ Huh/ Good god/ What are they good for?/
Absolutely Nothin’/ ‘Cuz you can get shot for sayin’ somethin’/
That’s why we dance/ To escape the pain/
If we can escape/ We can maintain/
If we maintain/ We won’t complain/
And you won’t hear our name in any mayor’s campaign/
That’s why we remain/ And there is no change/
And then we look around for someone else to blame/
We do it e’ry day/ Dancin’ like chain gangs/
And you gon’ try to tell me that we ain’t still slaves/
To the rhythm/ It’s getting’ into my system/ So listen/
Only thinking is forbidden for citizens/ Listen!/
I do it to myself/ I ain’t a victim/ Listen!/
We can make a difference if we… who’m I kiddin?

You might as well DANCE/
Shake/ Boogie/ And wind/
‘Cuz don’t nobody care what goes on in your mind/
Just DANCE/
Not a care at all/
Shut up/ Get up/ And drink some alcohol/
Track Name: Melt
I wanna melt/ In to you/ In to me/ In to you/
Interlude/ Mystery/ Interview/
My muse like a needle in a groove/

I want you to melt/ In to me/ In to you/ Into me/
As serene as the blue in the sea/
What we need is a new unity/

Get free

What’s the color of water?/ It changes by perspective/
But in deep it’s dark/ No need to be selective/
In deep/ dark heat/ You sway to the beat/
A day ain’t the same once you feel the release/
These syrup thick words/ If you handle the girth/
Then I’ll work to cover your curves with verse/
On earth/ All I need is everything I lack/
Let me inhabit your habitat/
When we interact/ You grasp a new synapse/
You once thought that rules don’t change as fact/
But now/ Your path is more abstract/
Give in and I can show you where it’s at/
Now back/ To the matter at hand/
You can see who I am/ Long as you see I’m a Man/
And understand/ That we are all the same/
Your color matters as much as your name/

I wanna melt/ In to you/ In to me/ In to you/
Interlude/ Mystery/ Interview/
My muse/ A needle in a groove/

I want you to melt/ In to me/ In to you/ Into me/
As serene as the blue in the sea/
What we need is a new unity/

Get free

What are the secrets you hide behind that great wall of feelings?/
Do you feel/ If it’s revealed/ Then it would be a weakness?/
And if I breach it, / Then you might be defeated/
It’s the Zen of Blend/ You’re a piece of the remix/
My chromosomes frequent/ your genome sequence/
Composing a poem on the subject of breath/
And (breath)/ Isn’t that how we got here/
So simple the riddle once we get over the fear/
If I tolerate / It just means I can face /
Can’t wait/ Got moves to make/ Gotta embrace/
Are you afraid?/ Is the thought unbearable/
Right/ you heard about my type on the stereo/
There you go/ Find another excuse/ To exclude/
Or come and share food and get truth/
And get soothed/ Eat/ Speak/ Touch/ and listen/
There’s a reason why they call it givin’ rhythm/

I wanna melt/ In to you/ In to me/ In to you/
Interlude/ Mystery/ Interview/
My muse like a needle in a groove/

I want you to melt/ In to me/ In to you/ Into me/
As serene as the blue in the sea/
What we need is a new unity/

Get free
Track Name: TimeSlip
Procrastinators of the world/ Wait!/
Procrastinators of the world/ Wait!/
Procrastinators of the world/ Wait!/
You got a couple minutes dog/ You won’t be late/

But uh/ Tick tock/ Keep tickin’/
Time keeps slippin/ What am I missin’?/
Money/ Power/ Respect/ And fame/
But does it mean a Goddamned thing?/

They say that time heals pain/ And time quiets rage/
But as time ticks away/ How much of that wait is waste?/
The same people claim hate pertains only to race/
That’s about as bright as sayin’ only gays catch AIDS/
But we take what we’re fed without questionin’ the bread/
Assumin’ we’ll get all the answers as soon as we’re dead/
Go head an’ wait for the reaper/ He doesn’t know either/
It’s just so much easier to be a believer than a seeker/
‘Cuz time is precious/ Look back/ How have you spent it?/
My memory bank’s filled with debt and F’d up credit/
Regrets and feuds with friends that’ve been left unsettled/
Some say that time’s a fire made to test one’s mettle/
And I get it/ The forge molds/ Forms and bends/
Burns pages of history/ Forgets foes and friends/
Nothing is immune/ Not hate/ Love/ Or innocence/
It’s exactly what they meant by “You can’t go home again.”

And uh/ Tick tock/ Keep tickin’/
Time keeps slippin/ What am I missin’?/
Money/ Power/ Respect/ And fame/
But does it mean a Goddamned thing?/

We begin on 4 legs/ Graduate to 2/
Onto 3 when you add a cane/ Then to dust and you’re through/
Oceans and ovaries both are moved by the moon/
We use it to measure the minutes/ But what does that prove?/
Some say when God’s in a petulant mood/ He’ll bring our doom/
He made the world in 6 days/ On Sunday/ Got up at noon/
And Hell is hot/ That’s why we pray/ Because today we stay cool/
If that’s true/ What should I do/ Until the day I’m consumed?/
The radio says I’m confused/ “Get paper, worry later”/
He wouldn’t kill the game of a player/ He isn’t a hater/
Others play it safer/ Stay acres away from neighbors/
Or become mayors/ skaters/ debaters/ Or imitators/
While speculators/ taste the flavor of nature/
Dictators face razors of liberators and traitors/
And innovators get greater/ Upgrade to creators/
The worst of all watch it go by: Spectators/

And uh/ Tick tock/ Keep tickin’/
Time keeps slippin/ What am I missin’?/
Money/ Power/ Respect/ And fame/
But does it mean a Goddamned thing?/

So if I sit on my ass and watch it all pass/
Do I have the right to ask why my life is crap?/
If I don’t make a big splash and rise above middle class/
Was it worth it to be born the spittin’ image of dad?/
Or can my contribution be small?/ Do I have to contribute at all?/
Is life about choice or am I just a pinball?/
And my momentum of moments bounce around without purpose/
Worthless to be a person/ Cursed ‘cuz I’ve earned it/
Workin’ for change/ Change what I touch/ And who I love/
But it isn’t enough/ Eventually all this stuff rusts/
Why should I live life at full speed and keep up the run/
When it can all end with a gun or the explosion of the sun?/
There was no crowd when I shadowboxed with doubt/
Crowds create clout/ Thoughts create clouds/
How many brainstorms will it take to make it all come about?
I don’t know now/ But I better figure it out/

‘Cuz uh/ Tick tock/ Keep tickin’/
Time keeps slippin/ What am I missin’?/
Money/ Power/ Respect/ And fame/
But does it mean a Goddamned thing?/

And uh/ Tick tock/ Keep tickin’/
Time keeps slippin/ What am I missin’?/
Money/ Power/ Respect/ And fame/
It doesn’t mean a Goddamned thing/

Procrastinators of the world/ Wait!/
Procrastinators of the world/ Wait!/
Procrastinators of the world/ Wait!/
If you don’t make the date dog/ You can be replaced