I feel so omnipotent. World Traveller, my father was an immigrant
Earth Magical, Chicago to the Pyramids, not in Vegas, In Egypt
The world is much bigger than. Your Block, Your Street, Your Tenements
Always remember the little things you’re momma tell you kid
When you discover your soul, they’ll try to sell you it
Then you learn love is as cold as a winner is or as the winter is
Sometimes, how the mirror is
A paradigm, you can see me off the Wall Like Palestine
I can’t even tell you how long I had to stare at mine
Till my reflection disappears and I can hear my mind
This isn’t the end, although we are the fear at times
Like love to a fighter
The heart of survival is written in the stars
As they guide you from lost to arrival
But can you see the light?
Aight, don’t worry we’ll be there in time

I feel so lost in the midst, GPS see me so large from the disk.
The sonar hit my dome hard then it skipped
And sent a satellite to afterlife in eclipse
Beyatch, I’m Falafelly Crisp
My sebagos are oftenly mohagony skinned
I search for models of Jordans at four in the morning
Until the thought of my people crossed at the border of Jordan
I-ronic how a palm reader see the future
While we are writing our song reaching for a past
I-conic how we all speak through computers
And end up as waves leaving earth at mass
If this is the moment to own it, do you work with cash?
I’m running low on credit, could you let it pass?
I’m indebted to the veterans that set the path
Yes I am the answer, I thought you’d never ask