Gra—Grafitti sky I don’t think you’re all readyYo, I don’t think you’re all ready Grafitti decourationsUnder a sky of greyThis constant apprehensionStill giving me awayThe lessons I’ve forgottenIn spite of all I’ve learnedNow, I find myself in questionPoint the finger at me againGuilty by associationPoint the finger at me again I want to runaway (I want to runaway)I want to know the truth (I want to know the truth)I want to know the answers (I want to know the answers)I want to shut the doorAnd open up my mind Hey, y’all not readyHey, yo