[Instrumental Intro]
[Verse 1]
I generally vent from the ventricle
Trust a aorta to dispense what is sensible
In a world where the truth is unmentionable
I tip-toe with my tap shoes, my black views are not identical
Not very welcome, like Van Helsing at the Vatican
Kicking that rap again
Blurting out that I'm African
And so are some of you
But you'd rather cup your ears and sing Xanadu
I guess to challenge the world could damage you
And really rip through the flesh like a cannibal
Wipe the slate clean, proceed to daydream
Wipe the slate clean, proceed to daydream
Yes, the blue skies occasionally turn grey
Yes, we calculate your age by your birthday
But we also love ourselves in the worst way
Man- and Woman-kind floored from the first day
Young World
[Interlude]
Chapter 7
Young World
[Verse 1]
I generally vent from the ventricle
Trust a aorta to dispense what is sensible
In a world where the truth is unmentionable
I tip-toe with my tap shoes, my black views are not identical
Not very welcome, like Van Helsing at the Vatican
Kicking that rap again
Blurting out that I'm African
And so are some of you
But you'd rather cup your ears and sing Xanadu
I guess to challenge the world could damage you
And really rip through the flesh like a cannibal
Wipe the slate clean, proceed to daydream
Wipe the slate clean, proceed to daydream
Yes, the blue skies occasionally turn grey
Yes, we calculate your age by your birthday
But we also love ourselves in the worst way
Man- and Woman-kind floored from the first day
Young World
[Interlude]
Chapter 7
Young World
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