When I was a boy I fell out the pocket
I fell out the pocket
I dropped down
Left instead to the beats in my head
Which called me ahead to a timeline
Where I prettied up the ambience to the end rhyme
Given a first rate view into the sounds; I drew
Wrote and only knew how I could combine
intertwine and multitudinous vines
of personalized style defined
into my lockstep, rock depth
So do I search for meaning in a land of intrigue
Do I look for a song in the silence, in the air that I breathe?
Or given the choice do I add to the mix?
Given the choice now do I voice that I can add to this rift?
Break open the barricades and give a name to this shift?
Give it a flow, give it a flare, give a decision, commit
Bring it in low, give it a lift, give it a rhythm to drift
Don't give into shiftless insistency, sometimes cadence begs immediacy
Give it a rest, give it a pause, know that some of it hurts
But give it the Barricadence, I think you'll find that it works
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 3:40 AM UTC
When I was a boy I fell out the pocket
I fell out the pocket
I dropped down
Left instead to the beats in my head
Which called me ahead to a timeline
Where I prettied up the ambience to the end rhyme
Given a first rate view into the sounds; I drew
Wrote and only knew how I could combine
intertwine and multitudinous vines
of personalized style defined
into my lockstep, rock depth
So do I search for meaning in a land of intrigue
Do I look for a song in the silence, in the air that I breathe?
Or given the choice do I add to the mix?
Given the choice now do I voice that I can add to this rift?
Break open the barricades and give a name to this shift?
Give it a flow, give it a flare, give a decision, commit
Bring it in low, give it a lift, give it a rhythm to drift
Don't give into shiftless insistency, sometimes cadence begs immediacy
Give it a rest, give it a pause, know that some of it hurts
But give it the Barricadence, I think you'll find that it works
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