Matisyahu – Wp (Guitar)

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        C
Slap me Daft, we sat down in the back of the class

         Em
To seize knowledge we don't need, I forgot my late pass

        Dm
But I'm early to a arrival beatbox, you got raps?

        Em
Meet me on the football field, don't sleep on field, the quarterback

       C
No one clapped when we locked in, it was removal of our class

       Em
But my flag got captured and I fell between the cracks

   Dm
My tool for inspiration turned into a handicap

   Em
No matter how I tried, I just couldn't fill the gaps

      C
Those whipper snappers, they got trapped old chap

     Em
They lost the way, they never had the right map

   Dm
Needed a sneak attack to slap the demons off my back

     Em
So I picked for the shtetl dreamed big I wouldn't settle

        C
Put the pedal to the metal and returned to fundamentals

     Em
I'll never forget running through the hall with all y'all rebels

        Dm
Roaming through the high land, young bucks invincible

       Em
Echoes in my brain, if kids report to the principle

F
Substance dulls the mind

         Dm
Traife wine clouds the heart

          Am
You can't sew a stitch with one hand

             G
While you're taking it apart

F
Bright lights might look nice

         Dm
But they sure won't make you sharp

          Am
You can't sew a stitch with one hand

             G
While you're taking it apart

            C
Yeah, misty morning and my mom's a mess

                Em
To make matters worse dog my pops is stressed, life is a test

         Dm
Make the grade or catch an F, now death is all that's left

    Em
To ponder I wander off hoping to catch my breath

    C
And hold it, mold my memories from untold scripts

         Em
And roll up in a tornado twist, now I'm certain

          Dm
There's a pertinent reason I'm on this earth

                        Em
Seasons change in white plains, but we remain alert

                        C
When new school years appear fools fear for a failure and crawl away 

   Em
In tears, I play Popeye the Sailor and stay with spinach

Dm 
  We walk the halls with a grimace

                    Em
Yeah they gossip in groups, I try to mind my business and tell the truth

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For instance

                                           Em
I listen, see it all with basketball court vision

        Dm
We lean back in the calmest position

                Em
And embrace the honesty found within our tension, What's good?

Am
Trapped in the elevator of your mind

C
 No more war, there won't be anymore hunger

Em
 No jealousy, not even competition

    Dm
Let go, release, you hold the keys

Em
Time we evaporate into the breeze

C
We are nothing, we are something

    Em
Let go, release, you hold the keys

     Dm
It's time we evaporate into the breeze

   Em
We are nothing, we'll be something

C
Welcome to the desert of my soul

        Em
You can stay if you like, there's room for one more

Dm                          Em
  There's room for one more