The children dance hand in hand to expand ideas in fear of forgetting who they are
The only remnants of reflection is the dusty horn section of a dying star
I've never been where I'm going and I don't know where I'll be
But I'll keep things off the hook so don't try to reach me
My eyes are slightly open now am starting to see
What my parents and grandmother were trying to teach me
See it rained on my parade drench floats and marching band
Soak the sponge now I plunge in my son's laughter
Animated suspension with anti-matrix intentions language lifting
Put the script in one chapter
Is this what Jimmy felt when Purple haze was pending
Strumming the strings not know where the tunnel would end ?
I'm learning somethings I've where karma bends
In that cliff where life and sacrifice blends
Illogic
They say the grass is always greener on the other side
I jump the fence so where I am won't look so dismal
Saw a tidal wave coming thought I'd take a ride
Though I only feel alive when am holding a pencil
I volunteered to kamikaze now search for rejected seeds
But all I found was quil in loose leaf sheets
So as my my ship sinks I can only spill ink
And write my life away
I've done this twice today
I've danced with wolves and ate lunch with cannibals
Am allergic to fur so I don't play with animals
I won't dive in the main-stream
I'd rather be canon ball
Stressing life lessons in mic' sessions exposing flaws
See I read that satisfaction's the death of desire
Am only satisfied when am left in the fire
Blazing blissful, yet absent minded
Am laughing cause I've lost myself and am tryna find him