Bricks Laid

Look at your hands, see what they’ve done,

Look at the wall, see what you’ve made.

Look at their faces and see what they don’t understand.

Benign confusion.

Liberation,

Containment, and rhyme.

We become the paradigm.

Look at your hands, see what they’ve done,

Look at the wall, see what you’ve made.

Look at their faces and see what they see.

An ambiguous game,

With no real aim, but for fame.

Look at your hands, see what they’ve done,

Look at your wall, see what you’ve made.

Look at their faces and see how they run.

We’re broke,

And all we needed was a smoke.

Look at your hands, see what they’ve done,

Look at your wall, see what you’ve made.

Look at their faces and see how they learn.

Allow me to play,

Because I've never really had anything to say.

Look at your hands, see what they’ve done,

Look at your wall, see what you’ve made.

Look at their faces and see how they think.

Take note of where we’re at

There is no such thing as a dirty rat- so scat.