Who they comparing me to?
They stuck in a box, I watch with an aerial view
Pray on my downfall, but that's what carries me through
Can't have my slot 'til the sacred ceremony for my burial's through
No rest for the wicked, it's war in the trenches
I'll sleep when I'm dead, we torture the restless
I expanded a business, watched it shorten my friendships
Notice they celebrate your failures, then ignore your successes
The last of a dying breed, pass of a dynasty
I destroy to rebuild and laugh at the irony
The fire that burns the forest but planted a ripened seed
That's space for life to flourish, the practice of life repeats
No ceilings with a pen in my hands
If I fall, expect that I'll land in heaven's expanse
This my Genesis, sun moon and stars, I'm life after the 4th day
Thoughts are flight patterns, this time-lapsing in 4K
Been wrote off but expect it
Fans B.A.S.E. jump from my brain's summit and have close calls with perspective
Desolate landscape, snowfall in the desert
The page is a flat Earth my words dove off the edges
I autopilot the autobio that I have written
I'm the beginning, crescendos following cycles ending
No time for spiteful women
She told me I am different; I'm indifferent
Can't meet you half way or divide the distance
I never played you though, only playing my position
Making sacrifices tryna paint the picture I envision
I've taken losses and been taking hostage by ambition
I seek out heaven, I'm giving my life as my admission
Absent-minded at attendance in school
On edge, but catch my drift like infinity pools
Don't get it confused, reading critic reviews written, laughing, like they could win what I lose or switch up my views
Like they could fit in my shoes or live by my rules
That fire in me, yeah that lit up a fuse
The paper like a pin up that's n***
Basically pick the pen up, I'm naked, yeah I'm stripped to the truth, I'm different from dudes
I listen and pick up on things that they oblivious to
And you feel that when you enter the room
Like your colorful personality; Aurora Borealis while I'm glimpsing at you
I play with auras, blending the hues
I breathe life when I get in this booth, then I give it to you
So in a sense this my delivery room
Not jealous of anyone, who's the caterpillar to envy the butterfly in its cocoon the minute it flew?
Don't worry if the world's worthy of receiving your gift, the seed in the wind tend to sing a similar tune
The sun lit up the moon, the moon gives us tides, the fish give us food
What'd you do with your life if all you did was consume?