Naruto - The Raising

Heaven, have mercy on the hypnic jerk You blamed for your speech Walk around the block again Wait 'til I feel cool and straight With the diaristic bent on undertaking Careful, steady Are we steady? Cool and ready I'm not bossy, I'm the boss Shooter, not the shot On the tip and fit to execute I'm chief, not the overthrown Captain, not a crony So if you wanna row, you better have an awfully big boat Boat, boat, boat Holding a package from a total stranger Who claims to know me No, you never knew me, man Not even a fraction You just glimpsed your own reflection in a gold sheen I'm not bossy, I'm the boss Shooter, not the shot Well-composed with keys to raise the skate I'm chief, not the overthrown Captain, not a crony So if you wanna throw, you better have an awfully big stone Stone, stone, stone Stone, stone, stone We could hang out for the summer while you wait for your girl Dip a toe until it's sunk and freezing But just because I let you kill time dangling me from the quarry Doesn't mean that I won't land on my feet That's cause I'm the boss Caller of the shots Sutanejo, never spit to me Chief, play my own right hand Not haggish, but the hag How naïve to trample She who's running from the stampede I'm raising the skate Look, I'm raising the skate I'm raising the skate I'm raising the skate Look, I'm raising the skate I'm raising the skate Oh, oh, oh

I left a four lane highway, took a black top seven miles Down by the old country school I went to as a child Two miles down the gravel road I could see a proud old home A tribute to a way of life That's almost come and gone The roots of my raising run deep I've come back for the strength that I need And hope comes no matter how far down I sink The roots of my raising run deep I pulled up in the driveway And boy, it sure was good to be there And I could see through the open door that Dad was asleep in his favorite chair In his hand was a picture of mom And I remember how close they were So, I just turned away I didn't want to wake him Spoil his dreams of her A Christian mom who had the strength for life the way she did Then to pull that apron off and do the Charleston for us kids Dad, a quiet man, whose gentle voice was seldom heard Who could borrow money at the back simply on his word The roots of my raising run deep I've come back for the strength that I need And hope comes no matter how far down I sink The roots of my raising run deep The roots of my raising run deep