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I’m tired of all your fooling, your bitching, and all the gossiping You can’t get on the road without stopping causing the trafficking You sit around, lazy and can’t figure out what your slacking in
Little miss reddy Momma told her get ready Grab her basket in handy So she could go see her granny She was feeling so canny A lot of food she had plenty
Still darkness engulfs me Like a sea of liquid ink When a hand palms my chest Bashing like a bomb Bashing like a bomb Rhythmically Just as I take the offensive I see the mistaken oppressor
A song so moving I felt revived the rhythm made my senses alive A voice and instruments in a symphony the connection to the lyrics gave out my sympathy
Hearts beat like a drum Soft and low, high and fast. Sometimes we beat as one, And sometimes we beat alone. LOUD! LOUD! Soft. Soft. LOUD! LOUD! Soft. Soft.
(Curtain rises on an empty stage) -Act 1, Scene 1-"Action!" Hello, I have something to say before I sleep below.
As I look in front of me I tell you what I see I see the universe laid out before me on these Remo heads of this drum set As I navigate with the beats I make I fly through the stars on the
Beats, what can they do, Beats can influence people, Beats can keep a song together, Beats can take over your body, beats keeps you alive, every beat is another sign that your alive,