[Verse 1]
Staring down the mirror at 14
Too weak for a sports team, I thought so at least
Could've been Pica**o, Matisse
But my art more pork, beans than Michelin cuisine
Wishing the machines would promote me
From a cog, booking through the jungles like Mogley
To a god, my way, not Yahweh or Jehovah
That too is over, so like Annie Oakley
Took a shot in the dark, to you
More a shooken platoon looking at doom
Idolatry only carries imitators
But plenty heathens layin in the pay dirt
Trailblazers in unmarked graves
Days spent wasting in the laters
And now is approaching rapidly
My map shows a road of gimmicks spoken vapidly
But cla**ically I bear a lineage of fisherman and preachers
It's still my duty to feed the people and pack in bleachers
[Verse 2]
But the edge of dreams is the precipice of Everest
Where tears freeze, years leave like mere blinks
Hear chinks clink daily, armor failing paranoia
But wailing destroy you, your environment
Choir went minor, I followed suit and dress shoes
Soul worn, leather finer, I swallowed truth
I was born once uncertain if again
Men lifted many curtains with a pen
But industry rule 4080 drives me crazy
But where would I be if I didn't aspire
To all those zeniths I sit and admire?
But can I breathe that altitude?
Flow Fountain of Youth out the booth?
So I keep on writing, never done rhyming
Moonlighting so my dad can see his son shining
Moms too, read psalms, palms through
But only faith in action
A holy paint in pa**ion
Push numbness from arteries
May inject in vein, ingest the pain
But to bear my heart on sleeve
Might heal, bandage one wound
Cause I'll lie in one tomb
But legacies may be immortal
So with heavy feet step through the portal
Smug smile, quiet chortle