They say a man is immature until a son is in his hands
And his fields start to die, no sun upon his land
You can stand under the cloud and never understand there's a big man crying,
He never learned to laugh
When I die I'm gonna sit up in my casket
Hug my family like it's the last time I'll have it
You know I'm trying not to take this gratitude for granted
I know I got a heart that could be harder than some granite
This graphite in the hand is getting drastic,
Craftin something that if you didn't know what I could do you'd call it magic
My blood is lavender; they call me a Romantic
As hopeless as I am - love paralyze
Stranded in this quick sand you call a place to camp in
My homie smoking weed beside a fire place inside a log cabin I guess
That's all you can get is a Marionette
I'm high-strung all over which juggling act I got to follow next
You don't believe me but I seize up when the breezes from the coach touch up over thirty-thousand and coach
Little nemo when the clock strikes twelve upon the bed post
Fly as Icarus,
So in my memory they press the wax to twelve inch so they can drop it
So ironic like my generation representing city populace
Raise the roof or pray to me, I stay on top of this
I'm forty-thousand leagues under stuffed in a sarcophogous
Coughing ominous articles under waterfalls
Prisms caught my eye it was love at first optical
Bottomless omages to life these people die for it
But I'mma hit on all these bitches in the sky for it
They cut into my skin like faces on a totem pole
I swear to God I saw my dead friends in sand dunes
The faces blew away in the wind, I knew they had to
It's called never giving up when all the pieces in the background are crumbling to dust
My clock is mumbling the months while the Earth's blood boils up under the crust
I'm losing altitude,
You losing trust because they count on you
Everybody wants to be the alpha dude