Up, up, and away.

Ball Point Man's come to save the day.



Up, up, and away.

Ball Point Man's come to save the day.



Up, up, and away.

Ball Point Man's come to save the day.



Up, up, and away.

Ball Point Man's come to save the day.



I've got sass and savvy,

pack flash by the paragraph

I'm more novel than War and Peace

I fight beasts

up to the teeth on the daily

My pen is my sword and my sword never fails me.

I remember back in the days of my youth

When I used to run around

on the block with a few friends

Nickers

and Kickers

and stickers on our Big Wheels,

Mindtricks

and Kung Fu grips

was the big deal.

At nighttime we'd fight crime

Defending civilians

mounting extra sensory offenses

against the villians

by the millions

cause we instilled fear,

Jimmy quit,

Joey got married,

but I'm still here



Up, up, and away.

Ball Point Man's come to save the day.



Up, up, and away.

Ball Point Man's come to save the day.



I've got my head in the clouds but I'm grounded.

The superhero's stuck to the pavement and I'm pounded.

Astounded by the sound of unfounded speculation

by authorities around to confound the population.

Now look whose well

I propose top break the shell.

The coffee shop carves lights into the spill

these visions of cathedrals from a shopping mall,

and philosophy from a bathroom wall.

So what can I expect without hesitation,

to my devastation

my notebook is my battlefield I run tons of slums

and I can leap a metaphor in a single bound



Up, up, and away.

Ball Point Man's come to save the day.



Up, up, and away.-acapo