Chapter 7

[Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1] I generally vent from the ventricle Trust a aorta to dispense what is sensible In a world where the truth is unmentionable I tip-toe with my tap shoes, my black views are not identical Not very welcome, like Van Helsing at the Vatican Kicking that rap again Blurting out that I'm African And so are some of you But you'd rather cup your ears and sing Xanadu I guess to challenge the world could damage you And really rip through the flesh like a cannibal Wipe the slate clean, proceed to daydream Wipe the slate clean, proceed to daydream Yes, the blue skies occasionally turn grey Yes, we calculate your age by your birthday But we also love ourselves in the worst way Man- and Woman-kind floored from the first day Young World [Interlude] Chapter 7 Young World [Verse 2] Young World, Young World, before you say "hey, let's hold up" Spreadsheets and see the way things fold up It's been a minute, yes indeed, so you're older Is there a big, fat chip on your shoulder? Take care before it becomes a boulder An avalanche, an aroma That can leave you stuck in a coma Many lessons, many teachers in life Some of us never graduate with that diploma Or, even make it to the next phase We celebrate days and weeks and months and years Should we celebrate sweat and a bunch of tears In a world where you're rubber-stamped worthless From the beginning Got to go and find your purpose Nobody's grinning The winner never seems nervous Life is not just a moment, it's a skillful opponent That you have to fight or learn to just…roll with [Instrumental Outro]