[Intro: Homeboy Sandman]
Yeah, this is why I come in here
Some people don't understand why I come in here, every, all the time
You know

[Verse 1: Homeboy Sandman]
On switch but no off
I own it because a rolling stone gathers no moss
I sense that I should censor all but visceral thoughts
Food for thought, lick the plate at no additional cost
I think my motivation is broads
I used to tell myself that it was saving the world
I wasn't lying to myself it's just what I thought
But I'd be lying to say I don't think more bout laying with girls
I don't think that means that I failed
I think it had to grow to where I could show when I ail
I know I was different I ain't know I was weird
I call out to myself like I don't know that I'm there
What part of the planning is this?
Yeah I tour the planet but I'm not as close with my sis
I search for understanding but maybe it's time to admit
Far as others on my wavelength might be none that exist
I never think of copping a plea
But recently more than ever I've been pleading the fifth
It's just me it don't mean machinery's on the fritz
Word, yeah
[Hook 1: Homeboy Sandman]
I know why, if I stop making art then I'll die
I'm alright, but if I stop making art then I'll die
Hello God, if I stop making art then I'll die
I don't mind, but if I stop making art then I'll die

[Verse 2: Homeboy Sandman]
People are magnets
I like people at peace with pieces and fragments
I seen a brother reading the Talmud on a tablet
It sounded like a track from Madlib and Pythagoras
I want shoulders like Atlas
Then I want to extract all the theatrics
Only way to get there is practice
And to define honest, the byproduct's a tracklist
On whims
Rapper that's most famous for shedding dead skin
Holla at me if I walk through your turf
While I'm walking the Earth
Through answers that be blowing in the wind
That or biking, metaphysical spin
Ain't no biting, all original sin
Before the mile gotta get me an inch
Guess I'm getting it in, yeah

[Hook 2: Homeboy Sandman]
[Verse 3: Homeboy Sandman]
Heard what I said
If I stop making art then I'm dead
When I'm not making art I'm depressed
Yo I'm an artist, I'm an architect
I do art instead of arguments
I need my mind to wander, I never learned to ride the fence
I get admonished by my friends
How I don't come around, I wish they didn't take offense
Misunderstand the message that it sends
I'd really love to meet, but soon I'm gonna meet my end
It's all these voices in my head
It's like a never-ending concert featuring the monsters underneath my bed
I need to heed, I need to kneed my daily bread
And if I waste another breath I won't take another breath

[Hook 3: Homeboy Sandman]