[Verse 1: Listener] Without these hard times you and I would not know how to treat prosperity I've lived my life dual optically And it would not be until I lost it that I could appreciate true clarity In front of my many reasons for these seasonal concepts includes experience and charity Thrift of life is what I have to grasp using it sparingly just does not seem fair to me But I must go about humbly and try to build something Try to help others build not just lumping my priorities as my only goals But to point myself directionally to brighten other stars And let them know about galaxies far beyond their thought platforms About men and songs, about war and how it's wrong, but it's right Because basically without the dark we would not know to covet light I know you can hear but you don't always listen to me Take it for granted every time you blink that when you open up you'll see [Hook: Playdough] x2 Around and around it goes filling the flows with the catchiest slang So whose winning this game (so who is it?) The finger thats spinning this thing Because its yin and its yang that keeps the world rotating [Verse 2: Playdough] The world turns, but concerns me not with what they got Plot land, follow the man leading to onslaught Ignorant of what they heading for, I speak in metaphors Straight into the market that's black, riding the track Bare back, down the path of the straight, open the gate Hates filling up the mind of the blind, so I decline All the fruits spoiled, coiled up in the middle was a riddle That had left me perplexed writing the text, out loud As I think it, in getting into the brainstream Looking for an answer, to keep it honest (i keep it honest) I got the finest of noodles that I'm rhyming Still I'm bombing to the beat I feel The keep it real with rapping in tales of platinum sales You ask me, its a tragedy that Master P could master the Art of acceptance, but regardless he got it And if he can be successful, then do I really want it? [Hook] [Verse 3: manCHILD] This roller coaster ride is up and down, its voice inflection Demolition experts, employed to destroy whats been erected I've seen intrepid warriors turn holy water tepid Then listen to public outcry blatant genocide on a record That's like a cop who thanks a dealer for the crack that he sells (thank you) Like a woman who thanks a man for all those lies that he tells (thank you) And oh well, I smell the daisies and try to endure the bee stings Arm in arm, with weapons shoot jagged glances at three kings Spread my wing in the dark and fly by night Pain infliction keeps my pen encrypted, thats how I write (oh right, alright) I jump the turn-style, burn the sun-dial Cry on my pillow for a lifetime, to experience just one smile Call me a medicine man, everyone can Yeah, I see you lying over there but I believe its better to stand Pan-handle on the corner of devotion, and patiently waiting For the world to defy the trends and reverse its rotation [Hook]