Hook:
(Low)
Locked in the prison of my skin
But this body is not me, I am what's within
(Grae)
It's all an illusion
Through the eyes of a joyful...
Verse 1 (Low):
Stranger to this world, in it but not of it
It's a clam and I'm a pearl, consider myself above it
Unstoppable at heart cause I stopped stoppin' my mind
I floored it from the start and ran nine stop signs
My directive is subjective, perspective never objective
Work and play are one in the same
No longer do I differentiate I just pave
New exits, and drive 'til I've arrived at the buffet of my message
Come back for seconds, thirds, fourths and fifths
Come forth to get, forget forks, fill your fists
Folks feast on fallacies, they're fat with false Trix
Guess they're not just for kids
I stay the same even if they try to read me backwards
Racecar, remain faster
No matter the factors, I master the manacles
Maniacally mechanical, so radical I never take sabbaticals
Hook:
(Low)
Locked in the prison of my skin
But this body is not me, I am what's within
(Grae)
It's all an illusion
Through the eyes of a joyful stranger
(Low)
Smoke and mirrors, there is nothing to be fearing
Cause my love for life is life itself and that is what is steering me
(Grae)
It's all an illusion
Through the eyes of a joyful...
Verse 2 (Low):
Stranger to d**h, cause my life is not physical
Stranger to stress, cause I stay out of what's political
And literal, cause figuratively I'm critical
Want to be a figure of speech, at the pinnacle
They're cynical, suspicious, strangers to my strangeness
I savvy stayin' as the strangest
Instead of just sufficing with submissiveness to sameness
I fight it with a David Bowie knife and bring Changes
Some may say I'm full of pride as if I ate a lie
Of self-proclaimed greatness like my last name is spelled A-L-I
Apologies, it's L-I-N, add a “Chamber”
Standing on the stilts of Wilt and other greats whose nature
Defied the odds and aligned with God
They took time to prod their True Self, no fraud
Get out the orange cones, it's a work zone, but I'm Homeward Bound
Retrieving what is golden, not a Shadow of a doubt around
Hook:
(Low)
Locked in the prison of my skin
But this body is not me, I am what's within
(Grae)
It's all an illusion
Through the eyes of a joyful stranger
(Low)
Smoke and mirrors, there is nothing to be fearing
Cause my love for life is life itself and that is what is steering me
(Grae)
It's all an illusion
Through the eyes of a joyful...
Verse 3:
Stranger to the games I used to play before I left my box
Now I think outside of her, she's my ex-box
Birthed and unearthed from the turf
Back to gra** roots, snatch truth, childproof, Nerf
Stirring the earnest boy inside with actions more mature
Deterring the absurdist cries, mind tightly secured
Surrounded by security but never insecure
I don't candy-coat what's on my tongue but I spit it like a Nerd
Ay brah, I go Hamm, piggy bank full of Lincoln
And dream like the Sandman, too quick to be sinkin'
My thinkin' is not wishful
Cause I got a fish bowl full of wishes
Fish that Wanda through the Cosmos
Suspicious to the Crock-Pots that got not
A clue to why I do this
Boy Scout dropout, but I tied a knot to thy Self Truest
Dropped in like Tony Hawk, I took stock of who I flew with
Now I parallel the greats, peer and student
Hook:
(Low)
Locked in the prison of my skin
But this body is not me, I am what's within
(Grae)
It's all an illusion
Through the eyes of a joyful stranger
(Low)
Smoke and mirrors, there is nothing to be fearing
Cause my love for life is life itself and that is what is steering me
(Grae)
It's all an illusion
Through the eyes of a joyful stranger