Dark Time Sunshine, Homeboy Sandman, R.A.P. Ferreira - The Rite Kids lyrics
[Dark Time Sunshine, Homeboy Sandman, R.A.P. Ferreira - The Rite Kids lyrics]
They the ones who open they presents
Play with the boxes instead
Of the actual gifts (gifts)
Somewhat astonishing
But mostly onlookers see it
As silly or potentially disturbing, it shifts
(shifts) take place in that
Individual continental drifter
In that period where they are picked on
(picked on)
If nurtured instead, then they will become
Instrumental to human evolution for like eons
(and eons)
Yeah but they all know this already
If they dig deep enough
Within they self and not follow a flock
(the flock) that's easy for those to say
Who haven't underwent plethora of
Slander and bein' mocked (being mocked)
Basically, it's an equator
Between brilliance and psychopath annotations
Drawn in the sand (right there)
Either one offering an extreme
Alteration to what some
Like to refer as fate or God's plan
The wrong kids (wrong kids)
Have been always the rite kids
(the bright kids) from afar
The wrong kids (wrong kids)
Have been always so lifeless
Yeah right kids (from afar)
The wrong kids (wrong kids)
Have been always the rite kids
(the bright kids) from afar
The wrong kids (wrong kids)
Do it right and you might get to go far
They the ones looking for glitches
Inside of a game before even thinking about
Conquering level one (son)
Or two or three or four or five or
Six or seven or eight or nine
Or ten or eleven or twelve or
Anything past that initial plunge (go)
Begin to dress themselves fully when
Just a wee thing in multicolored
Off-setting ensemble like thrift (store)
Separating their food and never
Letting it touch
Before it enters their tummy to
Save a hissy fit (for)
Counting tiles
Hopping over cracks on those sidewalks
Never splitting a pole while
In a tandem stroll (stroll)
Irritated with corduroy trousers an bought
For them by their mommy
Feeling they lost control (troll)
Fingernails on a chalkboard painted white
Scratching the surface while a thirsty
Vulture lurks for fame (she does)
Add it up on your abacus
See there's adequate amounts of data
Showing how we all place blame
The wrong kids (wrong kids)
Have been always the rite kids
(the bright kids) from afar
The wrong kids (wrong kids)
Have been always so lifeless
Yeah right kids (from afar)
The wrong kids (wrong kids)
Have been always the rite kids
(the bright kids) from afar
The wrong kids (wrong kids)
Do it right and you might get to go far
My nigga there's no haggling
I've known my worth since my
Pop's beard was scraggly
My purpose has no atrophy
Actually, I write this for the chosen few
Who were told as children to
Speak when spoken to
And then were never spoken to
Who learned the dialogue with reverie
And while I enjoy soup, I do not fancy celery
Albeit an integral ingredient
They used to praise me for obedience
It was fucked, called me a mutt
Cuz my momma didn’t look like my daddy
I guess I lied about that
Atrophy but I’m dead serious
It ain’t no haggling
This beat built around a loop
With teeth gnashing in
Size of infinite resignation
The size of my determination is indeterminate
I promise I'll make you earn it
Ain’t got a big enough burden
To smush me under let me learn you something
There’s a big dipper in big capper
You should never ask God for direct answers
The voice replies in resounding booms
Signifying monkey howls at the moon
I strum my loom like a harp softly
As if playing piano in the dark
As I leap through hoops blindy, I co-sign me
As I leap through hoops blindy, I co-sign me
The wrong kids
Have been always the rite kids
(the bright kids) the wrong kids
Have been always so lifeless yeah right kids
The wrong kids (wrong kids)
Have been always the rite kids
(the bright kids) from afar
The wrong kids (wrong kids)
Do it right and you might get to go far
Stop drugging all the kids
They ain't trying to throw fit's
They just trying to make history
Different is better, same is horrible
The same is gonna go extinct
But all of that same thing
And they fighting it as hard as they can
So they brainwashing their parents
Cuz rite kids aren't part of the plan
But plans make God laugh
Rite kids might not be at
The head of the class
But rite kids have class
No need to battle ass
That'll only last 'til the backlash
Please don't conform
Push forward and ignore the norm
They see every minute a sucker is born
Every minute a last supper is warm
So let's break bread and look ahead
No shouts to the "in"
Big shouts to the instead
Spreading love's the only way
To get street cred
Play with the boxes instead
Of the actual gifts (gifts)
Somewhat astonishing
But mostly onlookers see it
As silly or potentially disturbing, it shifts
(shifts) take place in that
Individual continental drifter
In that period where they are picked on
(picked on)
If nurtured instead, then they will become
Instrumental to human evolution for like eons
(and eons)
Yeah but they all know this already
If they dig deep enough
Within they self and not follow a flock
(the flock) that's easy for those to say
Who haven't underwent plethora of
Slander and bein' mocked (being mocked)
Basically, it's an equator
Between brilliance and psychopath annotations
Drawn in the sand (right there)
Either one offering an extreme
Alteration to what some
Like to refer as fate or God's plan
The wrong kids (wrong kids)
Have been always the rite kids
(the bright kids) from afar
The wrong kids (wrong kids)
Have been always so lifeless
Yeah right kids (from afar)
The wrong kids (wrong kids)
Have been always the rite kids
(the bright kids) from afar
The wrong kids (wrong kids)
Do it right and you might get to go far
They the ones looking for glitches
Inside of a game before even thinking about
Conquering level one (son)
Or two or three or four or five or
Six or seven or eight or nine
Or ten or eleven or twelve or
Anything past that initial plunge (go)
Begin to dress themselves fully when
Just a wee thing in multicolored
Off-setting ensemble like thrift (store)
Separating their food and never
Letting it touch
Before it enters their tummy to
Save a hissy fit (for)
Counting tiles
Hopping over cracks on those sidewalks
Never splitting a pole while
In a tandem stroll (stroll)
Irritated with corduroy trousers an bought
For them by their mommy
Feeling they lost control (troll)
Fingernails on a chalkboard painted white
Scratching the surface while a thirsty
Vulture lurks for fame (she does)
Add it up on your abacus
See there's adequate amounts of data
Showing how we all place blame
The wrong kids (wrong kids)
Have been always the rite kids
(the bright kids) from afar
The wrong kids (wrong kids)
Have been always so lifeless
Yeah right kids (from afar)
The wrong kids (wrong kids)
Have been always the rite kids
(the bright kids) from afar
The wrong kids (wrong kids)
Do it right and you might get to go far
My nigga there's no haggling
I've known my worth since my
Pop's beard was scraggly
My purpose has no atrophy
Actually, I write this for the chosen few
Who were told as children to
Speak when spoken to
And then were never spoken to
Who learned the dialogue with reverie
And while I enjoy soup, I do not fancy celery
Albeit an integral ingredient
They used to praise me for obedience
It was fucked, called me a mutt
Cuz my momma didn’t look like my daddy
I guess I lied about that
Atrophy but I’m dead serious
It ain’t no haggling
This beat built around a loop
With teeth gnashing in
Size of infinite resignation
The size of my determination is indeterminate
I promise I'll make you earn it
Ain’t got a big enough burden
To smush me under let me learn you something
There’s a big dipper in big capper
You should never ask God for direct answers
The voice replies in resounding booms
Signifying monkey howls at the moon
I strum my loom like a harp softly
As if playing piano in the dark
As I leap through hoops blindy, I co-sign me
As I leap through hoops blindy, I co-sign me
The wrong kids
Have been always the rite kids
(the bright kids) the wrong kids
Have been always so lifeless yeah right kids
The wrong kids (wrong kids)
Have been always the rite kids
(the bright kids) from afar
The wrong kids (wrong kids)
Do it right and you might get to go far
Stop drugging all the kids
They ain't trying to throw fit's
They just trying to make history
Different is better, same is horrible
The same is gonna go extinct
But all of that same thing
And they fighting it as hard as they can
So they brainwashing their parents
Cuz rite kids aren't part of the plan
But plans make God laugh
Rite kids might not be at
The head of the class
But rite kids have class
No need to battle ass
That'll only last 'til the backlash
Please don't conform
Push forward and ignore the norm
They see every minute a sucker is born
Every minute a last supper is warm
So let's break bread and look ahead
No shouts to the "in"
Big shouts to the instead
Spreading love's the only way
To get street cred