Pax 217 - Sandbox Praise lyrics

Check, check, check Check it like this Bring it back with that ba** line And let me bust another one of my question rhymes Whatever happened to play in the mud Little kids buildin' castles, all they understood Thinkin' but not too much about the box where they sat Was their world and all that was in it was good Playin' all day Till the street light came on, came on And momma call you home for spaghetti and meat balls And say a little prayer and a bath good night Life so simple, return to the next days It was back to that sandbox Sandbox praise, sandbox praise Sandbox praise, sandbox praise So dig your hands in the dirt Children we play with that earth (On and on and on) Dig your hands in the dirt Children we play with that earth (On and on and on) Dig your hands in the dirt Children we play with that earth (On and on and on) Dig your hands in the dirt Eat the microphone 2, 1, setting Are you with me? The question again phrased a little different Whatever happened to my beautiful innocence I can't remember when but it faded away Got lost along the shuffle 'bout the 7th grade Never know why or when or where it went But I'd sure like to find a little bit of innocence Sometimes I have to stop and ask why Things always catchin' up with you and me till I die 'Cause you know what they say What you reap is what you sow Yet responsibility I always see throw away my faith (Got to get back to the memories) Sandbox praise, sandbox praise Sandbox praise, sandbox praise So dig your hands in the dirt Children we play with that earth (On and on and on) Dig your hands in the dirt Children we play with that earth (On and on and on) Dig your hands in the dirt Children we play with that earth (On and on and on) Dig your hands in the dirt Sandbox praise, sandbox praise Sandbox praise, sandbox praise Sandbox praise, sandbox praise