Hook:
Read, think, talk, or fight
breathe, speak, walk, or write
Laugh like you did as a girl or boy
Cause it's the little things in life that have brought me joy

1st Verse
Stooped on my stoop just me and my cigarette
trying to disentangle my limbs that are caught up in this net
The best and the worst stand side by side
like two sides of a coin that don't see eye to eye

Smoke starts to writhe and dance around my fingers
and I know that I'll never be the best rap singer
Really doesn't matter cause the matter at hand
Is bi-pedal locomotion all over this land

Continents shift the earth can change
but the streets on the hill all stay the same
the young grow old while the strong grow weak
and my heart palpitates in time with the beat

Prevail or fail or scale the wall
then fall and say you don't care at all
I won't point fingers or ask any questions
just talk to the sidewalk about my confessions

I write, therefore I am
but my ability to think is what makes me a man
if you don't wanna stand then take your seat
and simply nod your head along with the beat


2nd Verse
The wind will blow, the sun will shine
so don't let anyone tell you how you should rhyme
I speak my mind and when my mind is gone
I go outta my mind with these mindless songs

I don't even rap I just speak to beats
and tap out morse with my tongue and my teeth
you'll recognize my boys cause they're dressed in green
Cap hill neighborhood since 2003

Let he without sin yo throw the first stone
cause I gotta lotta stones that I'd like to throw
I won't wait in waiting lines just to get my lines heard
As I gravitate between the steps and the curb

with two of my fingers yo i clutch my smoke
even as my lungs burn and the camel starts to choke
I'm content holding my personal crematorium
while day dreaming about playing packed auditoriums

3rd Verse
The harlequins can travel with parliements and camels
and pardon them for charming all the kids with their babble
Barbarous cartons contain nicotine
thread a camel through a needle and you have an IV

Chain smoking freely Harvard Ave, PEACE!
with a pen and some paper and a beat from the east
and the tale from two cities form the tail of the beast
When Nobbins and Dub pull up chairs to the feast
Headphones, backpack and I'm ready to go
Use books to time travel when I'm trapped at home

The Invisible Man helped me step out the crucible
And Jitterbug Perfume made language sound musical
American Gods have never been so dutiful
Fictitious and Fact become equally crucial

The imagination won't ever challenge the intellect
If nurtured with love and mutual respect
It'll forge curiosity, allow you to reflect
and expose nuances you wouldn't otherwise detect, yo!