Asking ourselves, what's the deal? on this Sunday morning we're just trying to maintain; it's a critical stage of development!
Going on with our bad selves dealing with "Buking and Scorning" playing through the pain like a veteran in the game while others play the Truth Game with all their devilment!
The next level is where we're trying to get; out there in Mamby Pamby Land or even a dreamland? now it's getting harder to get out of bed.
Having high hopes like that funk dropped by the S.O.S. Band wishing / hoping for a life reimaged?
Wishing it was simple like that O-Dog track but it's all a dream like that American one, now a harsh reality awaits us..
..when we awake; now out here standing wearily, asking; does reality hate us?
No need to debate us it seems like it Loves Us With A Little L per Jamiroquai so what's the deal?
We're just trying to maintain during this critical stage of development so how y'all feel?
What, a shady deal? who makes violence an art? some asked, was it this nightshift wordsmith?
They tried to slander a brotha, said he was blinded by a different vision said he pulled up with an ashen whimsy working this..
..in a nasty way / putting in nasty work like Tyler Robinson with the assassination of Charlie Kirk coming through with amorphous wheedling?
How will he play? he's ready for love and ready for war so what are we needing?
