Protect Ya Spirit - Tall Paul

When we leave as humans we go back to being

Being human being that really means something

But we live in a reality now in a time, where

I would say to anyone ya know, protect your spirit

Protect your spirit, because

Because you’re in the place where spirits get eaten

How two sick individuals can produce with residuals

The miracle of purely woven infant souls is crazy

Stated plainly we see it hazy

Take not for granted the babies may we pay heed

To this cyclical storm

Melt the tip of this psychical icicles warmth

Til the bicycle’s tires are worn, I scorn no man stan

Naturally we’re children of the corn

Not of the hamburger, not of the pie

Whoever said adults are educators was a lie

Parents teach without scoutin' out the outcomes

Our outlook’s without doubt a drought without son

I only hope I give my son right of way

While the difference he’s created for me?

night and day

Reconsider who you picture as teachers

It’s not about the image it’s about what they teach us

God forbid our kids go to school to learn from fools

The melting pot’s already injecting em with the rules

Daughters gotta be barbies to get in with the cool

Fellas wanna be like fathers that they never knew

I’m not saying every teacher isn’t worth their pay

I’m simply saying most of them don’t know of colored pain

They say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks

Nor can a foreign mind teach our minds old shit

Well if I don’t know my past then my ass is grass

Same reason lost women sell their ass for cash

Same reason thirsty men trick their cash to tap

What’s the hap’s with the pimps in the cadillac’s?

Teens learn from a media that serves them elitist fucks

With no wise folks to preach them up

Reconsider who you picture as teachers

It’s not about the image it’s about what they teach us

When a baby’s misdirected

My best guess is it’s due to the guardians elected

A babies aura is electric

So it must take some broke souls to dull it’s eccentrics

A young bullet accepted

From the cities to the rez suicide is adolescent

This my attempt at progression

Still it’s pity at it’s best who am I to address it?

I’m lost my damn self, myself I can help

If I’m a grown soul I’ll battle 'til my hands welt

But I ain’t got no time for yours if you’re a grown man

There comes a point in time in life when we don’t hold hands

When we’re beyond pity, we don’t be on titties

Look to yourself for help I’m not woebegone fitting

Reconsider who you picture as teachers

It’s not about my image it’s about what I teach ya