it's elementary my dear Watson it ain't easy being awesome best to shoot your shot son you'll never know until you try might end up sounding fly like a spinner reeling in the dollars with your pen and make a couple friends with the thoughts that you lend just make sure what you said is what you meant and burnt bridges can't ever be crossed again I burned a few of them none add up to when I was watching them burn the hardest lessons are the best to learn and it ain't worth it if it don't make you yearn all day long we're building walls when we could be getting along hanging out and writing songs best to know right from wrong sounding trumpets jinstead of gongs of war and I'm sure things will never be as they were between me and thee who I seemed to not be able to keep my mouth shut about the worst words no doubt are those that you spout and espouse in anger language can bring joy or anguish so I aim to keep them joyous and euphoric hope that you enjoy them. the hardest lessons are the best to learn and it ain't worth it if it don't make you yearn what happens when you lose a friend and all you want is them back in your life again and it was over something you said? when I look back will I be proud of the life I lived or will I just be wishing I could be forgiven without being able to forgive myself... so I try not let my wagon get ahead of the horse that's dragging and try to keep those tales wagging light a cigarette and take a drag and just sit back eagerly participate in candid discussion about anything and anyone without running anyone through the mud. the hardest lessons are the best to learn and it ain't worth it if it don't make you yearn the hardest lessons are the ones that are worth most so I try to toast the wisdom of my elders and hold close to those who taught me the most know I got a shine and let it show and never try to stifle someone else's glow. all men created equal none above or below so I can't condone losing someone else's friendship to scars I could create when I would rather mend them. what would life be like of you could see through God's eyes? would you still be happy or would you find it would've been better if you listened and considered, been considerate instead of only considering your side? (chorus) (freestyle)