♪ Hear me out, it ain't easy, but I'll try to explain Everything in the world gets labeled and named A box, a rough definition, unaffordable Who picked the label doesn't want to be responsible Truth, you're the warden, here's the keys to the prison You create your own box, you don't have to listen To any other label makers putting your obituary ♪ Here's an example If Joe Blow says, yo, you paint like a vagio You'll respond, no, that's an insult, Joe I live in a vacuum, I ain't coppin' no one ♪ Listen up, son ♪ Everyone creatin' is a member of the family Passin' down genes and ideas in harmony The players and the cynics might be thinkin' it's odd But if you rewind the tape, we're all copyin' God Copyin' God ♪ Copyin' God ♪ Copyin' God Copyin' God Got your own face, but the puzzle is God ♪ Payin' interest on the bills of late But I just can't seem to remember the dates I lay low and turn off the lamps Come on over, you can lick the stamps And we can put together a portfolio And sing hallelujah in stereo If you find a baby, let her into the fold But keep the car runnin' on molten gold We got fever and there ain't no cure, girl Take out insurance if you ain't too sure, girl We do the things that lovers do Well, never have to ever hear the rings of school bells We got platines, no cellular phone All the time in the world, no twilight zone My time is mine and I know they can't get it JB told me you got to hit it with it ♪ I'm never gonna go where you want me to go Cause I got feelings that you just don't know And you can listen up if you want to hear And if you can't stand it, then right here ♪ The name of the tune is Cool Head Lucas I got stripes on my pants and boots In prison you can learn a lesson From the hand alone to the hotbox session Listen ♪