justin warfield, in the house
cool like the blues
when i was a baby with a rattle
in my hand i was cool
born to be a beat poet
with the word as a tool
so with one small step
acquire knowledge of books
so don't mistake my lyrics
over syncopated hooks
funky drum fills
while i develop my skills
i trip on maseranos
looking out a window sill
raised as a gunner with a diet of soul
and psychodelic moves
from the music of old
had a lot of spirit
positive vibes
and now i'm making music
on a spitirtual high
follow the stars
and let's hit the spotlight
and now you can trip to the
to the tune of my insight
i signal the crowd
and let them know i'm here
and get couple of shouts
that make me laugh and shed a tear
the latitudes i follow means
i never could loose
i'm on a path filled with kharma
and i'm cool like the blues...