How two sick individuals can produce with residuals
the miracle of purely woven infant souls is crazy,
stated plainly we see it hazy,
take not for granted the babies may we pay heed,
to this cyclical storm,
melt the tip of this psychical icicles warmth
til the bicycle's tires are worn, I scorn no man stan,
naturally we're children of the corn,
not of the hamburger, not of the pie,
whoever said adults are educators was a lie,
parents teach without scoutin' out the outcomes
our outlook's without doubt a drought without son,
I only hope I give my son right of way,
while the difference he's created for me? night and day,
reconsider who you picture as teachers,
it's not about the image it's about what they teach us

God forbid our kids go to school to learn from fools,
the melting pot's already injecting em with the rules,
daughters gotta be barbies to get in with the cool,
fellas wanna be like fathers that they never knew,
I'm not saying every teacher isn't worth their pay,
I'm simply saying most of them don't know of colored pain,
they say you can't teach an old dog new tricks,
nor can a foreign mind teach our minds old shit,
well if I don't know my past then my ass is grass,
same reason lost women sell their ass for cash,
same reason thirsty men trick their cash to tap,
what's the hap's with the pimps in the cadillac's?
teens learn from a media that serves them elitist fucks,
with no wise folks to preach them up,
reconsider who you picture as teachers,
it's not about the image it's about what they teach us

when a baby's misdirected,
my best guess is it's due to the guardians elected,
a babies aura is electric,
so it must take some broke souls to dull it's eccentrics,
a young bullet accepted,
from the cities to the rez suicide is adolescent,
this my attempt at progression,
still it's pity at it's best who am I to address it?
I'm lost my damn self, myself I can help,
if I'm a grown soul I'll battle 'til my hands welt,
but I ain't got no time for yours if you're a grown man,
there comes a point in time in life when we don't hold hands,
when we're beyond pity, we don't be on titties,
look to yourself for help I'm not woebegone fitting,
reconsider who you picture as teachers,
it's not about my image it's about what I teach ya