Inspiration Songtext
von Wildchild

Inspiration

Comes in many forms
To be, or not to be, inspired

Wild Child, Georgia Anne Muldrow, let′s go

Some feel it from the sounds of city traffic and street sirens
Convertible racin' through the city, straight survivin′
Blue clear waterfalls and Mount Fiji mountains (Yep)
Black doctors, prodigies, professors, bank accountants

You can even feel it from the West Indies
The smell of Ahk's Ocean blowin' palm trees
Or even on a New York City subway trains

Cats playin′ live music expressin′ they brains (Yep)
I felt it when I first heard James (Uh)

The sound on the static on the vinyl that played (Uh)
And when my late uncle bought my first rap record


My first time on stage, mic checkin'
Photos from a photographer, says he′s a freelancer
I felt it from a dancer, says she just beat cancer
When my son first quoted "a checka-one-two"
He said he felt it from the Electric Boogaloos

A volcano eruptin'
Sorta like your childhood, your homies and how you came up in (Right)
Seein′ my daughter grabbin' hold of a light to take lead
When paralympic cats still strivin′ to succeed (Yes)
Inspiration's sorta like a funny bone of life
Comes in different forms like an alley or formin' fight
A once blind man who surgically gained sight
Even the gay community seekin′ rights

World bound flights, before it strikes night (Uh)
Dancin′ on the pier, watchin' Sunset Strip lights

My first boombox (Boombox)

When Run DMC took rap and merged it with rock
Cats like Guru, Big L, Biggie and Pac

Coolin′ in Heaven still influencin' hip hop

An international collaboration (Fresh air)
Whether it be music or dance, it′s still a form of innovation (Uh)
A black president basically proves that it meant
Inspiration can come from where you were and where you went

So where you goin'?


Uh, third degree, devoted (Devoted)
But still as potent as the sun (As the sun)
Spontaneous combustion (Uh-huh)
Shinin′ light on everyone (Inspiration)
Third degree, devoted (Devoted)
But still as potent as the sun (As the sun)
Spontaneous combustion
Shinin' light on everyone

As a boy, I was far too shy to dance
To place my gawky adolescent body on display
It would have been an unbearable humiliation
But in 1973, such dances amounted to little more than
Shuffling from foot to foot with a drink in one hand