Artist: Matisyahu
Song: WP
Album: Youth

Capo 3

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