Yo The same view Lennon imagined Pen to the canvas, solitude I ain't even in that state with the same name It's like the legend of Kansas I'm really in misery Envision dim symmetry The balance that I seek is due to the imbalance that I keep Hidden in, the day breaks with me and That is why I sleep When the sun rises my demise is, awake Funeral, all black everything But black's beautiful So maybe that d**h was breath And the darkness is really what consumes that cubicle Mundanity defeats one's sanity, but the beats, are like a crack in the window when it creaks Cause it takes me to a peak So peep I ain't tryna be a sheep, no Bo-Peep So when life slow blows try to slow-mo creep I don't load fo-fo's I do Four for Jeep like The same view Lennon imagined Pen to the canvas, solitude The same view Lennon imagined Pen to the canvas, solitude My mother doesn't believe in me Wondering why I, can't just conform and live a life of decency Never A+ student only decent C's Only bitterness and Tears never peek and see And comparing me to peers, so none of these bars bare happiness Stop preparing me to Cheers, I'm weary and I barely Need a beer Going in and out of jobs like odd ones I'm disengaged, far from merry My altar faltered when I couldn't alter and sacrifice, maybe I'll be Frowning in an after life If so, so be it I'm hoping this party don't get corrupted, so Soviet
But most don't see it, see his, cause evidence Smiles Disappear so it's imminent Eminence, I don't really seek anymore Super Mario N64 infinite staircase My main aims to my right side Flamethrower to my left side At the moment runnin in the middle so maybe I'll quit rapping when it penetrates the left eye But I'm a keep pushing til I get by That's the train of thought, how I train the thots No peace but I'm tryna obtain a plot To build something worth dying for Time flies might die in four Do I mean minutes or hours The clock swings are impenetrable The same view Lennon imagined Pen to the canvas, solitude The same view Lennon imagined Pen to the canvas, solitude Can't beat it Too much chaos is why I jack mics and why I rap nice A white world, black dice Knees already sore I ain't Tryna ask Christ Every step is the last flight Oceanic, 815 but I don't even panic Let the plane split Maybe I'll gain more courage but the same wit Assuming I don't die in the process Transforming "I can"s out of "not-yet"s But not yet I made cowardice The shell of a snail is hard but powerless Never more slow, sloth-like So I had to lean left to talk right And I used to hate politics, until I seen how the stroke of a pen contains dominance So I'm tellin them be honest because you ain't beyond this This song is, armed with, sounds of the place I seek