They say a man is immature until his son is in his hands
And his fields start to die, no sun upon his land
You could stand under the cloud and never understand
There's a big man crying, he never learned to laugh
When I die I'm gonna sit up in my casket
Hug my family like it's the last time I'll have it
You know I'm trying not to take this gratitude for granted
I know I got a heart that could be harder than some granite
This graphite in the hand it's getting drastic, crafting
Something that if you didn't know what I could do you'd call it magic
My blood is lavender, they call me a romantic
As hopeless as I am, love paralysed
Stranded in this quicksand you call a place to camp in
My homies smoking weed beside a fireplace inside a log cabin
I guess that's all you can get as a marionette
I'm high strung all over which juggling act I gotta follow next
You don't believe me but I cease up when the breezes
From the coast touch up over 30,000 in coach
Little nemo when the clock strikes twelve upon the bedpost
Fly as icarus so in my memory they press the wax to 12" so they can drop it
So ironic like my generation representing city populace
Raise the roof or point to me I stay on top of this
I'm 40,000 leagues under, stuck in the sarcophagus
Coughing ominous articles under waterfalls
Prisms caught my eye, it was love at first optical
Bottomless homages to life, these people die for it
But I'mma hit on all these bitches in the sky for it
Sharper than a sliver of light in a broken soul
They cut into my skin like faces on a totem pole
I swear to God I saw my dead friends in the sand dunes
The faces blew away in the wind, I knew they had to
It's called never giving up
When all the pieces in the background are crumbling to dust
My clock is mumbling the months
While the earth's blood boils up under the crust
I'm losing altitude
You're losing trust because they count on you
Everybody wants to be the alpha dude...