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[Verse 1: Shad Fer]
I find beauty in the simplicity of living free
Knowing ain't nothing to living but give and receive

Sitting in the middle of the bench,hot summers,cold winters
Thought you’d immediately see the key to your dreams

Not that easy it seems,just sweat,cry,bleed and repeat
And then you speeding when you needing to pee
Getting rid of bad stuff,fat snacks,trash junk

But no matter what you in a bad slump cause life on that mad slunk
All the work that you put in,you ask the coach to throw you in
The jerk said you couldn’t,on the surface it’s hurting but your remain sane looking
Giving him same look that did you when you started
Head may have left the game but your heart never departed
That look of innocence and experience at the same time
Sitting on the bench,something ain't right,you on the sides
If it’s meant to be then you’d be playing now,
what you saying now God?
Oh nothing again,you the only I got when I wanna run to a friend
You so good at listening,but vocally I’m missing it
The input you supposed to give,when niggas wishing for a friggen miracle the hope is dead

Bet you stand at attention if I said the pope is dead
Or am I being immature,do you suggest I go to bed?

Sprint out of stadium,run to my old lady’s home
Tell her the game was great and plus I scored the winning goal
She supported little league soccer and the basketball

Everything I ask and more,and yet I still possess the pestilence to pester to God
Sit in my room and I let my mind digest the thoughts
And worst of all I dreamt to be the best of all
I yearn and thirst for happiness,search for this reservoir
Before my life led to this point,like my pencil’s last lead point
Everything else seemed less important
,now here I lay reevaluating the past
Wouldn’t change a thing if I was handed the chance
Except maybe the play in the game,you know the part where I left
I was behaving like a baby,gotta act like a man
Got the NBA dreams,should be stacking my fans,in the stands
Instead of throwing temper tantrums and rants

Coach finally played me,good thing I practice my dance
I scored a three pointer yeah boy it went according to plan
So I cordially stand as a warm blooded mammal
Trying to hurry in this hurricane no storm shutters at all
I’m currently as calm as a bomb full of atoms
Waiting to blow up and telling mom and dad,yeah tho,I’m out
But I wasn’t prepared for no drought,my well ran dry but I never fell for no help
I guess I know hell,but heaven’s what I’m questing for to get to know well
Trying to meet the king of Israel,my bredren Noel,huh
But who knows,I’m still in school clothes
I start my real job like the minute school closes
Strike my true pose,fight my new foes
Light my fuse go get some extra lighter fluid ignite my huge flow
I’m sick of sitting where I’m at
So I’m getting off this bench and standing til my back cracks in half
Then you smell the stench of my breath from my laugh
Cause I’ll always be happy until I get mad,it's Shad,nigga
So I’m pushing til the push turns to shove,I ain't looking for no hugs and love
Im putting in this work til I’m looking at the bub
When the crooks begin to mug then I’m looking up above
I’m praying that these fake players please don’t jock my style

When the tape drops please cop my pile of music
I wish somebody made guidelines on how to blow up when it’s my time

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