Lost a few rhymes on my old Dell, oh well
Good thing the pen's not dried up like an old well
No telling what the Teller will pen with some more spells
No quelling my drive it requires no Shell
Gas station, I'm past waiting for the old bell
To ring
I'm hungry and it's five minutes to dinner time, uh
Feels like the win is mine if I shine in the mind
No finish line, so I commit to mining diamonds in the time
That I have
It's a grab bag full of wonder
Dash past silly habits to pull you under
No space for blunders
Clear the slumber out your eye and the zone of comfort
Only so much time you can pump and that old blood works
And I know I'm sick, no bloodwork is needed
Or to be treated
I'm seated in the seed of a fetus
That believes it can scheme to achieve
Riding the wings of a Phoenix
In the deserts of Arizona
My lyrical camera is loaded
Words are the pictures, get a shot of my mind and soul and
My body has been stolen by the Zeitgeist I moled in
It's moulded my global role and which direction I roll in
So how can I go for broke when the whole culture is broken
Get the bolts and fix the spokes of the wheel our role models spoke in