[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