Wp chords by Matisyahu

• Capo on 3rd

Intro:

  Am
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         C
Slap me Daft, we sat down in the back of the class

          Em
To seize knowledge we don't need, I forgot my late pass

         Dm
But I'm early to a arrival beatbox, you got raps'

         Em
Meet me on the football field, don't sleep on field, the quarterback

        C
No one clapped when we locked in, it was removal of our class

        Em
But my flag got captured and I fell between the cracks

    Dm
My tool for inspiration turned into a handicap

    Em
No matter how I tried, I just couldn't fill the gaps

       C
Those whipper snappers, they got trapped old chap

      Em
They lost the way, they never had the right map

    Dm
Needed a sneak attack to slap the demons off my back

      Em
So I picked for the shtetl dreamed big I wouldn't settle

         C
Put the pedal to the metal and returned to fundamentals

      Em
I'll never forget running through the hall with all y'all rebels

         Dm
Roaming through the high land, young bucks invincible

        Em
Echoes in my brain, if kids report to the principle


Chorus:
 F
Substance dulls the mind

          Dm
Traife wine clouds the heart

           Am
You can't sew a stitch with one hand

              G
While you're taking it apart

 F
Bright lights might look nice

          Dm
But they sure won't make you sharp

           Am
You can't sew a stitch with one hand

              G
While you're taking it apart


             C
Yeah, misty morning and my mom's a mess

                 Em
To make matters worse dog my pops is stressed, life is a test

          Dm
Make the grade or catch an F, now death is all that's left

     Em
To ponder I wander off hoping to catch my breath

     C
And hold it, mold my memories from untold scripts

          Em
And roll up in a tornado twist, now I'm certain

           Dm
There's a pertinent reason I'm on this earth

                         Em
Seasons change in white plains, but we remain alert

                         C
When new school years appear fools fear for a failure and crawl away

    Em
In tears, I play Popeye the Sailor and stay with spinach

 Dm
  We walk the halls with a grimace

                     Em
Yeah they gossip in groups, I try to mind my business and tell the truth

     C
For instance

                                            Em
I listen, see it all with basketball court vision


Ignoring ignorance in fields of fiction
         Dm
We lean back in the calmest position

                 Em
And embrace the honesty found within our tension, What's good'


Chorus

Riff

 Am
Trapped in the elevator of your mind

Is it real, what will you find behind the door
Your imaginations put you in a bind
Around you there's a cloud of gloom
Swallow the key, lock yourself in a room
Can't see outside of your universe

 C
 No more war, there won't be anymore hunger

 Em
 No jealousy, not even competition


     Dm
Let go, release, you hold the keys

 Em
Time we evaporate into the breeze

 C
We are nothing, we are something

     Em
Let go, release, you hold the keys

      Dm
It's time we evaporate into the breeze

    Em
We are nothing, we'll be something

 C
Welcome to the desert of my soul

         Em
You can stay if you like, there's room for one more

 Dm                             Em
  There's room for one more