2nd Period: Shoot Down the Stars

'81 was the year shit hit the fan in a major way

A sad day for aspiring artists

Almost 20 years after the fact I'm still on my hustle

Diggin' graves for an aspiring artists

Pushing daises up

And never compromise the arts to make a crowd clap

Shit on since the first show

But we turned feces to fertilizer

So when you diss it's just food for the flowers to grow

Sold 15 plus out of backpacks, no trunks

Too young to drive

Put live hip hop in the ears of upstate kids

That thought rap was past tense, hence the last name

Got name for playing basements and such and making songs that our friends loved

And when the fish bowl got too small to hold the goldfish

We filled our gills with water and ripped that mother fucker like

So take a step back

And a breath in

Let it out now

Put your chin up

You can do it tiger

You a man now

And in your dream it's time to do the best you can now

We break ourselves down

And build ourselves up in disappointment

How fragile we are

So fragile we are, we just don't show it

We'll shake up this town

And shoot down the stars for our enjoyment

So sexy we are

So sexy we are, we just don't know it

This is what you wanted right?

How many nights were spent pouring out your guts dummy?

How many punishments endured for fucking up in school?

How many teachers proved wrong by writing songs instead?

(My point exactly)

But you knew you had a spark, did you?

Something producin' to the dreams your pop's dreams lent you

Stay focused when nothing seemed to make sense

Stealing verses with that Cassius Clay confidence

Sometimes you stubborn as shit, that's the McCoy in you

You learn to be a man without losing the boy in you

(Just do your thing man)

So take a step back

And a breath in

Let it out now