| Hello everybody | 
| My name is Blueprint | 
| Welcome to my life | 
| On the turntables we have | 
| RJD2 supplying the sounds | 
| Glad you could make it | 
| Just think, what if you can just | 
| Just blink yourself away | 
| Just think, what if you can just | 
| Just blink yourself away | 
| Just blink and the night, turns to day | 
| Just blink and the pain fades away | 
| Just think, what if you can just | 
| Just blink yourself away | 
| The perennial paradox is life livin in a box | 
| Physical limited but the clock tick is infinite | 
| Consistantly heard, so I’m imagining dawn | 
| Without the choir like collage and step my learns | 
| Started studyin rainbows for drinkin all day | 
| When my vision blurs, when it occurs | 
| I’ll be broke is all, get up, envision infers | 
| Another fly fashion crafted without the loss of a single life | 
| See I’m soulfully singing this slightly engaged | 
| Over-worked, under-paid | 
| 20 K student loan with no government aid | 
| Face to face with life wanting to run away | 
| This insurmountable debt that looms | 
| He’s got Goliath tryin to hide inside the shade of a mushroom | 
| I’m just another inmate, with a paper plate | 
| Politickin in a poverty stricken prison | 
| Not clean where we, consume gloom | 
| Usin the 6 o’clock news as a spoon | 
| Then wash it down with a tall glass of misery | 
| But in slight of that I learned to fire back with energy | 
| And if I told you every move I made | 
| Was over hot coals, you probably wouldn’t wanna mimic me | 
| You’re too scared to risk injury | 
| While I walk confidently, face-first in the imagery | 
| That might not sit well if painted in pastels | 
| With flowers on the packaging just to make it sell | 
| Even though I know it’s prettier in pink | 
| I’d rather splash some other colors to make you think | 
| Just think, just think | 
| Just think, just think, just think | 
| I was born to fight against time and punch hard until my arms tire | 
| Prayin for the day that I retire | 
| With a smile greeted by God he’s throwin in the white towel | 
| While competitors growl at my lack of hunger | 
| I didn’t fight it when I felt myself goin under | 
| I was too bitter to remember what might’ve changed my mind | 
| You see I’d rather be blind | 
| Standin with my eyes covered by the hands of time | 
| Livin life in the paradise of pasttimes | 
| Where rainy days are chased away by the sunshine | 
| But instead, the blackest clouds | 
| Constantly follow me overhead with no intermission | 
| They’re raining nightmares | 
| Makin it impossible to act like they’re not there | 
| So with each downpour I see my sanity | 
| Take another step towards the front door | 
| A little bit closer to leavin me than the time before | 
| Life is a bitch and days are child support | 
| And that makes my dreams | 
| Children that I really can’t afford to abort | 
| Left to sort through the chaos | 
| The cluttered mess that covers the desk of my day job | 
| Invites me to come into the office on my day off | 
| With no guarantees that bein dedicated pays off | 
| I guess it’s all about who you know | 
| And since I won’t make brown-nose it’s business as usual | 
| I’ve gotta get used to this | 
| Glass ceiling that sits just above my cubicle | 
| Ha ha, just blink yourself away | 
| Just blink yourself away | 
| Just, blink yourself away | 
| Blind your, self away | 
| Just blink |