What does it take to be hailed the greatest?
Blood sweat and agony, the minimum mandatory to stand in glory
But that's with any man
Never really planned to find myself beneath the bedrock, frozen solid
Searching for solace, picking the minds of prophets
Often options seem limited off to boxing my demons
Inaugurated by past hate of my own devices
I grab the mic and I go to town
Shifting the sound of the programming
And lifting the whole family
But lately, It's been hard to put the pen to pad
Steady feel like a broken record no guinness
Think I'm wiser now?
Well guess again 'cuz
I am merely a mortal
Stuck in rigor mortis
Cast a spell on my joints
Because the seath of my identity
Has left me feeling restless for the remedy
But what if it's been all a simple fairy tale?
Lost in fabled fantasies I reach for you
Meditate on my predication to medicate only to save face
I
Feel like a disgrace to my family name
And the ice that I'm treading over is thinner than thread
Sicker than lead poison
Metamorphosis slowly challenge the orifice
To summon inter-dimensional doors
And
I just rolled me like two
I inhale
And feel a shift in the force like I'm Luke
Skywalking I watch her waltz on the dance floor
Baby I must I'm implore you, although you're gorgeous
I'm so remorseful from past lives but
If I could have this dance, I swear we'll find the answer in our footsteps