Now a days folks say get it how you live.
But if everybody getting, who the ones that’ll give.
But I know you can’t give.
If there’s nothing on your plate.
So instead of maybe wait.
You take mine from my space.
Mr. Gardener.
The author or the scribe.
All started with a spark and then collide.
You either play your part, or you provide.
You demonstrate some art, and then decline.
That’s the paradigm that we living in.
Write my thoughts down just to share with my children.
I mean if they’ll listen.
A generation gap can create a lot of gremlins.
And that’s the fear I had from the beginning.
It’s no problem if you not just only winning.
Don’t let the stress take you.
Break you.
Rearrange you.
Make you do some things that isn’t tasteful.
I understand why everyone is on that cash route.
But don’t lose your younger self listening to mass doubt.

Round and Round and Round it goes.
When it’s gon’ stop.
I, You and They don’t know, guess we ride till it drops.
They won’t stop, so I won’t quit.
Why it always gotta be like this.
Round and Round and Round it goes.
When it’s gon’ stop.

Stop never got cheddar.
Use that to look down and judge on my past pleasures.
Past endeavours as well as past life.
Cause I’m in a different spot now so criticizing seems mad right.
That’s what I’m supposed to do ain’t it.
No remorse to mistakes by the plaintive.
Forget em’ I made it.
I’ve seen this story man many many times.
Show on the other foot decent men would go blind.
I swear it’s crazy.
Yeah homie it’s crazy.
Holding on to point of views like they themselves are babies.
Like they don’t grow and change.
Perspectives rearrange.
Now everything you thought is perverted and deranged.
And this change.
Ain’t weird, ill-logic, or real foreign.
This is natural as the sun to our life we were born in.
Some take it in stride.
Some run from it and hide. But inevitable as ever we all change over time uh-huh.

Round and Round and Round it goes.
When it’s gon’ stop.
I, You and They don’t know, guess we ride till it drops.
They won’t stop, so I won’t quit.
Why it always gotta be like this.
Round and Round and Round it goes.
When it’s gon’ stop.

Forget about the losses, forget about the gains.
The happiness, the pain it’s all a circle arranged.
To change arrange at your discretion.
You control your path with your own progression.
Cause it seems with every little step in.
You pay attention to what others mention.
What’s the point.
Keep up obsessions over exceptions.
Comparisons the relative of disappointment.
I see where this is going.
Angry everyday explode when.
You let them outside factors affect you.
Forgetting you the chosen one and you blessed too.
And I don’t mean blessed like religiously.
I mean you have to play your part like members of a ministry.
Stop them eyes from being all Christmas tree.
You keep missing what you could have seen
Know what I mean

Round and Round and Round it goes.
When it’s gon’ stop.
I, You and They don’t know, guess we ride till it drops.
They won’t stop, so I won’t quit.
Why it always gotta be like this.
Round and Round and Round it goes.
When it’s gon’ stop.