Your childhood is beautiful, the fact is indisputable
Your word was your word, when you spat the bond was super glue
Dreamed of what would never happen, still living in satisfaction
Til the atoms crash and constant bombs are the usual
A stupid fool spent years chasing ducks as a goose
But it’s cool, I find refuge up in the substance abuse
It’s not a crutch, it’s a stool, it takes the suffering from view
On the roads to life, was pulled over, I’m not stuck in the queue
I got cash but you would think that just from hearing my groans
I got slashed right through the limbs like it’s Sierra Leone
And in fact, they try to help and start repairing my nodes
But there’s no hope, if I cannot go into therapy stoned
A little clarity’s owed to me, it’s hopefully supposedly
En route, but it’ll get crushed up within the lotus leaf
I’m always rushing, slugging, like I’m Boris G’s dopamine
Eyes on the prize, prone to freeze, it’s only gold you see
Stare into my eyes, I can barely survive
This mind is a like prison got no care to stay alive
Can’t silence the critics with nefarious diatribes
Adding size to dimensions that’s preparing your demise
I’ve got a share up in the crime, that I’ll declare and I’ll describe
In detail, why we fail to scale what we should climb
Too scared of likely rise and the various parasites
Got decisions to refine, it’s no decline to just recline

Left is left, right is right, death is death, life is life
Who am I, who is speaking when I step up to the mic
Who will fight all these demons, with which weapon, which device?
Do I know? Well learn your lessons
I don’t know where or how to do it
But I’m bemused so I’ll pursue it while experimenting music
Stuck within the Ferris looping, the prepared execution
Must relax for just a few and be aware of what I’m doing
I’m a free man!

Chop a tree with axes blunted, to be making you strong
Which is great, but all along you were basically pawns
Faceless in the throngs, staring blankly at your gods
Slaving your all for some greenbacks to take to your mom
And by greenbacks we mean backed by nothing but the trees jack
Cutting at the seams, get you inhaling real hard, in their thoughts
Hands in the pocket, but you’ll never get a re-rack
Or answers from the last ball which stated your loss
Another case of amon-tillado, savor what’s gone
Awaken every morning lost with your face in the sauce
Never taking it off, you know the fake, the façade
We ain’t all after the fame, but we’re all chasing applause
Simply naked and stark, a little ancient mystique
Voraciously got us chasing what’s been labeled as chic
And it’s clear we don’t still labor in the blazes of heat
Cuz it’s been years since my neck raised over 80 degrees
I mean the sun, the cadence of breeze, elated fatigue
Has been missing, but go reaching for a saving relief
Notice what’s sacred to see, is what can’t really be reached
And maybe see what you’ve been missing busy’s placed at your feet
We’re walled in by the hustle, tryna muscle to Walden
At the wall’s end just hoping to not be shackled from will
Praying riches trickle down aimlessly you twitch around
Spending all your time moving, when your plan’s to be still
How do you breed new life when you’ve never lived in yours?
Its central theme controls with ease can even make you kiss the floor
It’s a chore, the first step is reaching through the prison doors
Make sure you’re not killed before you realize there’s no will before us

Don’t know where or how to do it
Don’t know which br’er controls the movements
Simply breathing in air and then I’m puking
Everything I’m seeking’s in there, but I can’t view it