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So Many Roads

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Was it sleep deprivation or deep meditation?

That made me miss my last train from Paddington station

Salvation the key to incredible journeys

Up bright and early I head-first into the calm breeze

I’ts just me and My true geeze,

He play percussion, I scribble on oak trees

Pretty please you can sing my syllables credible

My cordon bleu sonnets you just wishing they edible

Indelible Ink causes a hell of a stink

Indiscreet about our trip, we don’t care what you think

Or maybe we do care, don’t show concern

So many paths it’s like which way to turn

Look down at my shoes I find clues

Ask myself ‘Do I break the news to conforming fools?’

We swarm in nuf schools to outflank the rules

Of what your DJs playing on his ones and twos


Maybe jackin all those samples was stupid cupid

We’re never gettin clearance or distributed

The big guns fought back, Example got muted

A warrant for my tongue plus they suited and booted

They’ve looted the premises, stolen my genesis

my Mouth caused a fuss like i'm some kinda nemesis

Enemies came, so I packed my ruck sack

Lyrics on a microfilm up my buttcrack

Its not at all what it was cracked up to be

It weren’t up to me it was down to the system

Blink and you’ll miss dem, consumers kiss dem

And if you’re like me have a drink and diss them

They kicked in the door signed litigation

But I’m on a platform in Paddington station

I wont try and scram from the sirens

Just sittin here alone doin battle with my eyelids


We earnt ‘Clockwork Orange’ style – couple of doogs

With our tools the rules bend, troublesome dudes

Like Uncle Scrooge Do ‘bar humbug’ the youths

They could never travel routes in our musical boots

so We grouped to function at some unknown junction

Mischievous til we felt the back of a truncheon

Breadcrumbs for luncheon something to munch on

Bruised and confused we’re like which road to choose

Now they closing the deficit, I never sit at ease

I’m an easy target - I’m all lethargic

It was wrong to start with something un-conventional

Though it was all intentional

Hardly treason to pen something verbal that’s out of season-

Without reason

I was just catching jokes but im now on the run

Like so many roads to choose… but which one?
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