Wakin' Up

Can we question our own soul with its every new sensation?
And dare to dream the impossible
With our very motherfucking imagination
Thats orbiting our mind
While the worlds sitting still giving us the time
Just to see what we can fill with every shape and color
From the wisdom of our eyes
That are reflecting all our dreams from the illusions in the skies
Leading us on journeys
Far beyond the Sun
To be a little closer to the warmth we must feel
Cuz the fire in our soul burns so we can heal,
And burns so we can taste
Our every waking sense that we would not ever waste
For life's most precious moments are the things
That cannot be missed
Like the first time that you loved
And the first time that you kissed
When everything was perfect
Like the first time you could fly,
And feel the world beyond a midday, galactic sky
So if you dream of falling, and land right on your feet,
Then its a dream worth dreaming if every night you can repeat
All of these sensations
As you rest your weary head in this motherfucking nation
Butt naked on Earth
Butt naked in your bed
Where all your life is spent spinning your head
Dreaming of different ways to wake up your creations
And spend all of your days in another place but here
For this place is getting old
And with all there is to sell, motherfucker
Your dreams cannot be sold

Oh no, they cannot be sold
Even when you're young
And even when you're old
You gotta learn, you gotta learn
To hold on to your dreams
Before you burn, motherfucker
Now you're waking up
Butt naked in the sun
Butt naked under the moon
What you gonna do, mooning to class?
Motherfucker bend over, and smack that ass

When we come into the world we are all butt naked
Some say the cosmos will never be known
But if we reach for the stars we will go very far
Our differences are holding us down
And keeping us in a state of national war
There will always be opposing sides
Until we realize that we are all one human race
So you better just shut your stupid face
And erase the "oops" we've made
Living in the past isn't getting us anywhere fast
Relax a bit and sit on your fat ass
No need to have class
I rap fast, but my pad is full of mad raps
That have a delicious and powerful message
Open your ears, because the Metaphorical Oracles
Won't be broke in a couple of years
Your fears are turning into reality
It's gotta be a goddamn fallacy
How can it be that two guys talk about farts and robots
With remarkable flow that is not just a figment of imagination
Your mind is racing
Until it trips and lands face down on the pavement
Scrapping knees
But I'll help you up
No need to thank me
I only want to help a brother out
I've been living my whole life under the covers
In a deep slumber
Where I wonder about things that don't make any sense
They are nonsense
Nonsensical until I scribble them down with a pencil
And translate them onto an instrumental
Cuz this shit is instrumental in helping to keep me from going mental

Oh no, they cannot be sold
Even when you're young
And even when you're old
You gotta learn, you gotta learn
To hold on to your dreams
Before you burn, motherfucker
Now you're waking up
Butt naked in the sun
Butt naked under the moon
What you gonna do, mooning to class?
Motherfucker bend over, and smack that ass