Sit back and watch the progress
[ VERSE 1: Slug ]
T- t- t- t- t- t- teacher, teacher,
how can I learn patience?
Planted in the middle and
outside of your nation
Take the care to build a
familiar foundation
Speak to the youth that
keep the truth sacred
Free the, free the good inside your heart
Your neighborhood,
it needs you to travel with your art
From New York to Cali,
some day they'll all know
Cincinnati, Milwaukee, Chicago
Now I've come a long way
from the younger days
When I used to look up curse
words in my dictionary
If life's a game, gotta choose a side to play
If I gotta pick a position
I'ma pick missionary
I've had a little bit too much
to think tonight
But it's cool, I be alright,
just make sure that I keep travellin
Your reactions only reinforce
the previous thoughts
You'd feel the distance even if
the bridge was collapsin
Well, kudos and props
and every hollow desire
That you could conjure in an
instant that it takes to breathe
I got my Duplos and blocks and Lincoln
Logs for when it's time to build
I wait patiently for them to
catch up to speed
(And I'll be)
[ VERSE 2: Slug ]
T- t- t- t- t- t- t- teacher, teacher,
show me what you know now
Load up your van with
musicians and go south
Visit Atlanta, Memphis, Tulsa, Texas
Plug in the decks,
check the mics, fight the wreckage
Keep the, keep the motive
in your movement
Let em know where you come from
and show them how you do it
Children are the focus,
give em one to grow with
Learn em how to take they minutes,
turn em into moments
See, nowadays cats think
they on some next
And they sacrifice they
voice just to go over heads
If I felt as if I had somethin special to tell
Why would I work against myself
and hide it under my belt?
I used to try to lace the phrases
with magic tricks
Every paragraph needed
translation attached to it
They saw the style, respected the craft
But all I did was confuse em,
would try to get em to laugh
Painted pictures in the primer,
no one got the pulp
Found the humor,
the anger and the insult
Why should I waste any oxygen
Tryin to find the in- between- the-
lines that they get lost within?
I'm out there for the craft, for the cause
The laughter, the applause,
the passion for the flaws
The fact that I'ma draw some
heads to what I'm feelin
Lift em all up until they try
to touch the ceiling
Come on and reach the,
reach the masses won by singular
They hold you and they smile when they
feel what you can bring to the
Culture and sow it,
cultivate the flow with
Breath control and he kept it whole, be-
cause piece by piece the
picture turns to puzzle
If you lose a few those that remain
change into rubble
Freedom is a word not heard
from those that own it
Can't fix the machine if you don't
have the components
(And I'll be)
[ CHORUS ] Cause
we're not from this planet
We come from somewhere else
And you can't understand it
Cause you don't know yourself
But when the time is right
Our path will be unveiled
Till then you seek your light
While I sit and bite my nails