Blue Scholars - Freewheelin lyrics

I draw words out of pens
Like swords out of sheath
Divinity intervene, now I'm high on godspeed
Upon the mic
Immobilizing globe-trotting colonizers
Stomping on the
Rights of the poor the destitute, I testify
Will rise in a matter of lifetime
So climb into the mind through
The scale or a spine
When pen starts slithering to basslines
It'll make the wallflower blossom
Make you feel anonymous and conscious
At the same time
I can't remain calm waiting for the beats
Or a nuclear bomb to drop
Find us in the record shop with or without
Distribution, independent of the bullshit
Of a major remember Monday evening in the
Record stores at twelve
Midnight to cop the new album off the shelf?


Either saving up allowance or
Your minimum wage
For eight dollars, one tape, man
You'd listen for days

I'm missing the days, freewheelin'
Mean mugging rivals for no good reason
Just bein' adolescent to breathin'
But we've been so far from Eden that
This paradise is hard to believe in
I'm leavin'

I'm leavin'
To a place dominated by spray painted
Dreams that ain't what they seem i'm leavin'
To find myself clinging to the
Edge of a notebook page, writing for days
I'm leavin' yo, I'm going home
To atone for abandoning my
Native tongue grown
From the soil of my soul that
I'll toil 'til I'm old
Passing the torch like the mic that I hold

Plowing in the field allowing
Little time to rest fly by night
Daytime I'm chilling in my chest
Where memory is sendin' me
An astral projection to way back then
I'm chasing Rakim through the speakers
Reaching for the makeshift microphone
Marker make your mom bark
"Turn down the radio"
Complaining about the curse words
Times absurd
The lines got blurred, another kid got served
And the whole house party bore
Witness to the occasion
Thus started growing my early reputation
Early 90's, second-generation fat laces
Used to get hit, bruises
Breaking in the basement
Mixtape making was an art that we've forsaken
And the hardest thing to do is cue the tape
I'm waiting on a Sunday night listening
To Nasty Nas paying them dudes
When KEXP was KCMU, true

I'm missing the days, freewheelin'
Mean mugging rivals for no good reason
Just bein' adolescent to breathin'
But we've been
So far from Eden that this paradise
Is hard to believe in i'm leavin'

I'm leavin'
To a place dominated by spray painted
Dreams that ain't what they seem i'm leavin'
To find myself clinging to the
Edge of a notebook page, writing for days
I'm leavin' yo, I'm going home
To atone for abandoning my
Native tongue grown
From the soil of my soul that
I'll toil 'til I'm old
Passing the torch like the mic that I hold

The horticulture's in the pipe
So torch it with the light
Unfortunately, it'll be gone but not tonight
The horticulture's in the pipe
So torch it with the light
Unfortunately, it'll be gone but not tonight
The horticulture's in the pipe
So torch it with the light
Unfortunately, it'll be gone but not tonight
The horticulture's in the pipe
So torch it with the light
Unfortunately, it'll be gone but not tonight

I'm leavin'
To a place dominated by spray painted
Dreams that ain't what they seem i'm leavin'
To find myself clinging to the
Edge of a notebook page, writing for days
I'm leavin' yo, I'm going home
To atone for abandoning my
Native tongue grown
From the soil of my soul that
I'll toil 'til I'm old
Passing the torch like the mic that I hold