from a crooked cottage on the hill, I can see tomorrow's rain down a Sleepy Hollow lane if we're all merely players in a play on this great stage the problem is the script writers
I echo through the mountain when I'm singing in the air a lad with lavish lyrics,
I just write in my haven, set the challenge so to speak I see through a Tim Burton lens at the Devil's Playground
running to the cliff's edge let's get free from their grasp
so i chill under the arctic with my mellow cup of tea and broadcast transmissions I've been trekking this trail through this world's Perfect Storm
through my eyes is a window and when I turn from my mirror with my mic and some inspi...ration when I'm alone in the dark like the spark to my Indo for my art and my kinfolk
I'm a field full of flowers, I'm 'a bring it back by dinner thinking your killer raps are iller I'm fishing, writing, chilling
to my castle of calligraphy we march to a new symphony leaves the oceans moonlit so my pirate ship can set sail through the sun, rain, snow or hail 'cause there's something 'bout to happen like there's something in the wind on a quest without a vest like I'm Huckleberry Finn
ain't seen magic like this see I'm that author in the addict that'll liberate the mind trying to illustrate time,
through my eyes is a window and when I turn from my mirror with my mic and some inspi...ration when I'm alone in the dark like the spark to my Indo for my art and my kinfolk