alright children listen you need lessons in power
adolescents with cower are an essence of sour
levitating alive toaster messing near the shower
but if your blood pressures low its alright to act weak
getting crack sleep are the pleasures of the black sheep
an outkast cast with no treasure mask no measures asked
no smiling chesire cats they hear the thundering knell
see the wonders of hell and feel the eight lives that fell
so in the blue shoes wondering whats their wildest dreams
these dreams the child screams cant map out the signs and schemes
their walking on mines gassed up like heinz beans blowing jeans
so they better hit the sun so they can hold its rays
these days no blaze cold days to them now an old phrase
its like poker player who suddenly starts to fold a’s
so if the curtains closed its still not acceptible in dark
succeptible to a narc ill have chop down like a bark