[Verse 1: DOC]
I realize now, as an adult, how much it affected me to grow up without a father
Along the way I understood that life will keep shoving it in your face
My grandparents had only one thing in mind -
That I must study, otherwise I'll end up working the fields
A full tummy, a stoned mind,
I used to run after the chickens through the coop since I was a kid
Now look, they're the ones chasing me
But my lady wants me to build scaffolds
To reach higher and higher
To keep looking down, are you stupid? I'm scared
She says I'm doing it for all of us, for our future
They say from up there you can't see any Apple Store
Take it all, then you'll realize
That you just copied someone else, that's how you limited
Yourself, I mean myself
So use me and these rhymes as a double topping
We were all kids once, we stole some cell phones, too
We slept, but not a peaceful sleep, now I'm embarrassed
I swear.. this is how you distinguish the bad from the good
From Photoshop and "deals", the bad from the good
Here is where my crazy self comes into play
While you're searching on Google, I'm searching within me
[Hook: DOC]
I took a bite out of the apple
To learn what is good
And I tell them, too,
Let the little children come to me
'Cause I know what they want and how to obtain it
'Cause I've been there
Let the little children come to me
I was one of them
When they weren't like me
They're like my own (children)
Let the little children come to me
I'll tell them everything I know, and not only the good parts
While I'm still alive
Let the little children come to me
LUKE
[Verse 2: Nwanda]
They say what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger
But I know quite a few who fell to the ground
They got far, no holding back
I hear they didn't die, but they didn't get back up, either
That's why I give them Merlot when they're drinking wish-wash
I keep them away from the bullshit
So what if they're young, fools and hold a grudge against me
And have no idea you can get high from good things, too?
When the gin kicks in you lose control
Bite the apple, but not till you reach the core
Dizzy from the payers' league
Today, coach for the juniors
Let them come, I won't harm them
I promise that what I tell them won't ruin them
What good is to know if you don't share with the rest?
Let the little children come to me
[Hook: DOC]
I took a bite out of the apple
To learn what is good
And I tell them, too,
Let the little children come to me
'Cause I know what they want and how to obtain it
'Cause I've been there
Let the little children come to me
I was one of them
When they weren't like me
They're like my own (children)
Let the little children come to me
I'll tell them everything I know, and not only the good parts
While I'm still alive
Let the little children come to me
LUKE
[Verse 3: Grasu XXL]
Tell me how clear the situation is
When all you feel is the vibration
How divine the creation is
We have knowledge, but only in small doses
Ars gratia artis (Art for art's sake)
Keep learning, nothing is for free
I can heal, but only through Catharsis
I don't look down in the water like Narcis
But even so, I just want to breath
I just want to think and to inspire you
I wouldn't want you to listen to the news
Because all you see there are just story tales
Let the kids search within them
When all they hear are murderous doctrines
Way too little, way too little role models
Let the little children come to me
I spit rhymes for a good cause, not an evil one
I turn the other cheek as well, I'm not a sort of hero
Too old (wise) to not be new (up to date)
If I'm not set in time, I'm eternal, you know?
No sins, I'm pristine
Jesus Complex, you got mad
I am the truth, I speak the truth
I walked on Earth to find my apple
[Hook: DOC]
I took a bite out of the apple
To learn what is good
And I tell them, too,
Let the little children come to me
'Cause I know what they want and how to obtain it
'Cause I've been there
Let the little children come to me
I was one of them
When they weren't like me
They're like my own (children)
Let the little children come to me
I'll tell them everything I know, and not only the good parts
While I'm still alive
Let the little children come to me
LUKE