Artist: Blue Scholars Album: Blue Scholars Song: Blue School Typed by: jaysscholar@gmail.com I'm a blue scholar worker studying the art of labor to create Flavor to relate to listeners, alleviate the danger associated with strangers Isn't it strange how we estrange ourselves from our neighbor? Enables us through music to connect, releasing fluids in our neck With the rhythmic forward movement of our heads and back again Indeed as we succeed the pioneers Maybe give back all that we've been taking through the years I bleed, for what I believe to be the truth Nurturing the seed planted in the fertile youth The poetry, hanging from the branches eat the fruit Pluck the most succulent to suck upon the juice “So what's up with you?” frequently they ask Been hibernating writing till the last page, ciphering the past days by Bypassing the lies and the bullshit Get up off the mic, and save it for the pulpit Chorus (x4): In the blue school, class is in session Ask us a question, cause class is in session I'm an exile, motherland stepchild, Metropolis dwelling middle America's prisoner of war Combat the paper till the blankness is gone Listen now, talk about the beat after the song Astronomical, cause that is just a modest measurement Of my ability to represent my family correct Because I be about it, ain't no other way to say it Discovered my potential when I stayed late to tape it In the basement with an ancient karaoke stereo in lieu of a studio, We made due with everything lying around And if I'm not mistaken isn't that improvisation what Hip-Hop is all about If you popping at the lip then I will sock you in the mouth Sonically to render you the opposite of loud Apology accepted in advance I think its kind of cool at one point that you thought you had a chance Chorus (x4) A veteran's fate written on pages of mixtapes I'm all about a government that citizens dictate Sick of fucking dealing with the presidents mistakes To sit back and rant is just misplaced anger So I cradle, pens, from now until the fable ends Taken friends for granted, but now I've got to make amends Calling out the big talk small walking cowards High above the ground, yo we shaking down your towers And demanding our money back, plus reimbursement For parking and shit, I put my heart in this shit And all my arteries connect to the amplifier wire Music make the flames in my inner fire higher I reinvent the language in the image of a dancer Contorting where the floor becomes an answer Blue school graduate dog, after this last verse When the revolution comes we going to shoot your ass first Chorus (x4)