[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