A wiseman told these young bones,
Gotta get ahold when I'm feenin'
I gotta wake up when I'm dreamin'
I gotta get numb when I'm feeling
Still reeling, from times without my rhymes
I'm cleaning up my act

And when I open my mouth to breathe in
I can see meaning behind the reason I am
still feeling my mind enlightened
I see the horizon, arising
Behind mountains, climbing
I'm like the dawn that brightens the sky it's
Best to feel you're alive, surviving
Release your stress and finally dive in
Find the sounds that you can strive in
Relax your anxious mind, realize it's
Home

A wiseman told these young bones,
I gotta get ahold when I'm feenin'
I gotta wake up when I'm dreamin'
I gotta get numb when I'm feeling
Still reeling from times without my rhymes
I'm cleaning up my act

The way I groove
The way I find the way to rhyme
I way I choose
I try to rhyme so many times
It's what I do

Listen in, I'm fixing it, the syllable and consonants
It's different than what's happening
It's lyric bending extra sense
It's like a mind that wants to hide
But deep inside it's way too bright
Realize your goals, decide tonight
To slay the demons that you fight

The more you shout that
The more the good in you will bounce back
Loud laughing with an ounce sack
Knowing you just took the dive and
Just like that

I wanna get ahold of my soul
'Cause Bradley taught me about mic control
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Yeah, he was the wiseman
That told these young bones
You gotta get ahold when you're feening,
You gotta wake up when you're dreaming
You just gotta get numb when you're feeling
I know you're reeling from these times with your rhymes,
But you're cleaning up your act.