Show me where to start
Can’t question a phrase when my heart is on red alert
Panic in the air
Pray to the kids on the street and everywhere
Who would be the man
To stand in the gap for the truth whenever it demands
Papas on his knees
‘Cause he can’t tell a wood from the tree

Honor down low
Hit your ride, you decide
You will never compromise
Time to take it slow
Pick it up, dust it down
Remember you can improvise
But all is said and done
Relax and come back
What you don’t know is shaded tree
Papas on his feet
Now he can tell a wood from the tree

Roll that stone
Roll that stone out of the way
(6x)

Roll that stone
out of the way
(3x)

Roll that stone out of the way
Now roll
(6x)

Roll that stone
Roll that stone