and I still remember it like it was yesterday
the 4th graders breakin' on the recess cement
trading back lines of la-di-da-di, in awe of the human beatbox
whodini talked about cheap friends, and when the freaks flock
I wanna cover that when I'm on the mic
you younger motherfuckers rap about whatever you like
I wasn't worried that I wasn't the competitive type
and that I never dug the buzz of the repetitive hype
I'd rather focus on my only life and getting it right
wrap my head tight so I can sleep better at night
let my gut grow along with the days and the overload,
it weighs more at this age and the exposure's slowed
many times I've gazed along the open road
many times many lines like this
get missed when the head is set to catch the funky riff
now I get that you had to have travelled to hear the words right
that's when it occured to me to step into the light
many times I've wandered how much there is to know
one thing time can't take away
is the pursuit of full experience and learning every day
searching for a life worth living and a story told
know when to bet big / know when to fold
I live for my dream,
and a pocket full of gold
from grade school to 95 at Pitt it wasn't standard practice
frat boys were clowning on the backpackers
white dudes that liked rap were frowned on and called names
then eminem dyed his hair blonde, and it all changed
maybe it was dr. dre's praise that did it
but that dude could rip it something sick, we all had to admit it
then everything was internet and everyone was soon legit
mommy's credit card could buy equipment and a press kit
this is where I start to sound grumpy in my old age
but it'll never be better than in the old days
seems I'm hearing that a lot, matter fact,
not saying it's my job to bring it all back
credits
from Jack Tar,
released June 24, 2011
D. Brewer / Led Zeppelin