(Verse)

Winging it.
Existence is pretty meaningless,
without a secondary script sunk into the holster of your hip.
I find no pleasure in false treasure,
I gave a dollar to my one follower,
and missed the last bus.
Fuck.
Im slinging spit while looking up,
and feeling them bones tense beneath my knuckles.
My spirit buckles,
but never falters.
I wane and dip beneath the alter,
to gain that tertiary sight,
alright.
Let's see what I'm about
and if the LOVE remains devout
then I continue on my route
sowing them seeds in all the mouths of strangers.
Potential dangers shift colors in the brains of lovers.
Instead red becomes magenta,
a hint of,
baby blue,
I know its,
turning my cypher on it's side to get that message through.
Maybe you're underestimating my investment to you,
or unaware that when I say you I really mean me,
sovereignty.

(Chorus)

Messy.
Human destiny.
Can't you see,
Can't you see,
that I'm down on my knees.
Begging you to help, yelling please.
Humbling myself for your energy.
Are you even there? Can you hear me?
Am I talking to the self
Or the entropy?

(Verse)

It's funny.
I never thought to go for money.
This land is crowded enough as it is,
Without another shiester draining life from an open wound.
I wanna provide
But all I do is consume.
I walk for many moons,
Tracing faith within my molecules.
Bragadocious in the face of science,
My compliance makes me complicit,
In all this evil shit you did
But I guess I missed it.
Never listen to the unworthy,
That's what you sold me, told me.
Repeating lies just to keep my feet from stopping.
Lowly option turned a prophet,
Built a palace off a coffin,
Soften,
In the light,
Of the dark,
Feel the spark,
On your skin,
Melanin,
Must've been,
My only warning.
I feel a yearning as I taste the tips of bushes burning.
I can't discern if I'm just useless,
Clinging to excuses.
But whatever.
I trust you're really clever.
And when I say you I really mean me.
Sovereignty.


(Chorus)

(Verse)

Spectre,
Waving your life like a septor,
Remember me from when we used to scheme on the block,
Pitching dreams to the flock,
Telling scenes from that stock story.
The taste of glory,
Was never that far,
From our lips.
Equipped with that pretentious of youth,
Attracted so many,
While slowly curling twirling the truth.
We bulletproof
or at last we thought we was
and then we got distracted by them lightning bugs,
them flashes from the cameras.
I think I lost my stamina just tryna keep up,
as you continued sipping glory,
steady filling your cup.
never enough we grew the great divide
and said we'd split up all our stories in the afterlife,
and now I guess that moments here and I can't decide,
if you were ever really her or was it always me....
ever really here or were you always me.

(Chorus)