LYRICS BORN:      The past is a thing who approached you and asked if he wrote you a note   and then he quoted you with poems   all the things you pursue, anything to see you front too   who's zooming who   It's a privelage that's known as lyricism   I must admit this is a bit embarassing   but can I be characteristically caffinated   apple-cinnamon and licorice thoughts of jibberish   and we can reminisce about the history we're making right now   live a little   let your whims control your limbs   let the wind uphold your wings   let your friends stay home again   just give into your sins and unfold your linens and unroll your ribbons   don't give your body time to react, just relax   just lean back, your seat back   there ain't no need to freak out, just peep out   there ain't no one way to do nothing baby   sailing through the crab-shoot of life not knowing where we're going   but don't evade me      Chorus:   When I self-emerge myself into a microphone, hey   when I shoot the wind I drift away with oxygen and out of sight I'm gone   there is no stopping time   I'm on cloud number nine   The Cloud of Dreams      LATEEF:      See it like this baby   like you got sunlight and then you got the shade   you got the grass bright green and then you got the pavement   got your whole life for sights you've seen and things you did   and the gravy   the only place you're staying is the changes that you making   grow, hold on, try and take it on yourself   but when you do it, when you get it you become, thrown away   But hold on   Know you're strong so keep your grip   cause they'll be trying there best to trip you   still, we 'gon carry it home   we've come so far we've got infinite future   keep the soul, the bloodline flowing on   it's like your mom says, baby-bubba   don't you worry, pray   you'll discover   a brand new place   somewhere or another   where you'll get your things straight   then in order   Better have your issues covered like the world reporter   concepts over-flow over air and water   how many people missing this times importance   every moment that passses seems that time is shorter   then you reach your ultimate height will all the colors   represent your life, yourself, just know your culture   then you'll keep it rooted in your mind of polluted love   non-convoluted with the righteous result      Chorus (x2)