[Verse 1: Essam Temuri] These canopies of leaves, overshadowing me Got my will confused, on the perception of What's right and wrong, indefinitely, I'm Lingering on this stage of a prude-whose sunlight Is blocked by the ma**ive leaves, of the oligarchy Above me, hurting my presence amongst the trees Dang I'm just near the ground stagnant, with wisdom Of the fight that I must practice, but I'm just Stagnant, to the point of the statue never changing- The same thing that's everlasting, got all that knowledge But it's at no avail, seeing myself fail, over and over Again-to get above the ground to stand, but my ambition is Hinged, to the point that I must stay, and contemplate- Staring blankly at the future that could've been If I just grew, like my momma said [Essam Temuri] The lonely tree was stagnant, never changing- As it stayed in the spot for what seemed like An eternity. But, at the same time it wanted More of the sunlight that the grandiose canopies Of leaves were taking from it. It desperately wanted More, but at the same time it was lazy-hardly working To let its roots soak up the water from within The ground, and consequently, it never grew It knew it wanted to change, but that word To it was terrifying. It sought for the comfort Of being the same, not knowing that that very Comfort was k**ing it in the process Finally fed up-it sought to break itself-to change itself