To the lad in the yard
Who just bought a sound card
When all your mates brought sim
I encourage you follow your callin'
I encourage you follow your callin'

To the lad in the yard
Who just bought a sound card
When all your mates brought sim
I encourage you follow your callin'
I encourage you follow your callin'

What you writing for?
What you acting enlightened for?
What you drawing for?
My grind P it draws in more
What you're get an education for?
What you practicing patience for?
You're locked in a room doing what?
The art shit you keep doing up?
Bout chasing your dreams, get a normal job
You don't know them weirdos, they're gassing you up
You ain't got no future, you have to give up
You can't fix up, cause that means I'll have to fix up
You gotta see this P when I bash these bricks up and splash this drip
Hate seeing people gas this prick up
Don't know what they like him for
And I'm sure if I could draw they would like me more

To the lad in the yard
Who just bought a sound card
When all your mates brought sim
I encourage you follow your callin'
I encourage you follow your callin'

To the lad in the yard
Who just bought a sound card
When all your mates brought sim
I encourage you follow your callin'
I encourage you follow your callin'

What you wanna be an artist for?
Don't you know artists sleep on the hardest floors
And get slammed in the face by the largest doors
And get scammed never make what they're asking for?
What you wanna do music for?
Don't you know the Illuminati is through this door
And they expose freaky parties they do in big halls
I've never seen but I know what they're doing, good lord!
What you wanna be a performer for
Ain't nobody trying to see you on the third or the fourth
That's long, what you trying to jump these hurdles for?
You could have been a hare, what you being a turtle for?
Come with me, come we serve this raw
Beef or overdose, commit murders galore
Till we die or the arm feds burst through the door
Low dat, put the artwork in the drawer!

To the lad in the yard
Who just bought a sound card
When all your mates brought sim
I encourage you follow your callin'
I encourage you follow your callin'

To the lad in the yard
Who just bought a sound card
When all your mates brought sim
I encourage you follow your callin'
I encourage you follow your callin'

To the lad with the pen and the pad drawing
Going hard, steadfast, never getting drawn in
And wakes up with the same goal every morning
To the youths with the headphones all day long
Till they can't hear the devil calling
Doing up all the work even when it's boring
I ain't gotta search although I got a calling
And I follow this calling even when I got no one to call on
And there will be more drawings and more songs
And more things for haters to find annoying
I think the Christians call it anointing
I see where the compass is pointing
JahJah guides me in a world full of morons
I ain't perfect, just the one who was called on
For an audience with Zordon
Telling me my calling and you, your one

To the lad in the yard
Who just bought a sound card
When all your mates brought sim
I encourage you follow your callin'
I encourage you follow your callin'

To the lad in the yard
Who just bought a sound card
When all your mates brought sim
I encourage you follow your callin'
I encourage you follow your callin'

To the lad in the yard
Who just bought a sound card
When all your mates brought sim
I encourage you follow your callin'
I encourage you follow your callin'

To the lad in the yard
Who just bought a sound card
When all your mates brought sim
I encourage you follow your callin'
I encourage you follow your callin'

To the lad in the yard
Who just bought a sound card
When all your mates brought sim
I encourage you follow your callin'
I encourage you follow your callin'

To the lad in the yard
Who just bought a sound card
When all your mates brought sim
I encourage you follow your callin'
I encourage you follow your callin'