As we dance to a beat that seems out of time.

To the one you feel in the metronome of your mind.

Does it offend you that our rhythm looks strange or causes your thinking to be rearranged.

Could it be that you would understand those beats to which we dance more clearly.

And you then, given the chance, so as you struggle to find the feel with your feet, ask yourself, can you dance to my beat?

Daddy?

Yes, son.

What does regret mean?

Well son, the funny thing about regret is, it's beter to regret something you have done, than to regret something that you haven't done.

And by the way, if you see your mom this weekend, be sure to tell her, sixteen years ago (sixteen years ago) I'd play that track on AFXAnalogBubbleBath 3.1 I think.

You know that colorful shit's gonna make you feel the shade, the shade.

Boy when I come through the streets everybody be like "Woah" like her too,

Every day, I go to the streets like woah every time.

Nobody play with me woah, mmmmmm, when I'm okay all natural like woah.

I keep bling bling 'round my neck 'cause I'm with the thangs.

Me brother.

Blessed be is he who in the name and blame of charity.

He is truly his brother's keeper.

And, the finder of lost children.