Two months of my time spent in a room where the walls are painted beige
Two minutes every night singing myself to sleep instead of performing on a stage
Two weeks ago I got tired of the wait so I stopped counting down the days
Two thirds of my years been in awful situations
And now at last I got time to contemplate on my rage

And now we on the same page
Now I'm not really in a cage, I'm a caterpillar in a cocoon of change
Where in everything I consume will shape
The wings that's gon grow behind me soon
Flutterby these passerbys on valentines
And spread the stuff that made their flowers bloom

And I know my psyche ugly
But the mirrors I broke can still help me reflect
Look into the shattered pieces, and see the different views of myself throughout the wreck
Glue the fragments of my being, and stick to my instincts when I adhere
When sunlight shines on that stained glass, I can right my wrongs and make my sins disappear

The marvel of the fractals on my astral plane got fractured by all this blame
The pride of this existence is missing hidden across my shame
And no, it may seem that I'm free, truth is I'm just shackled with the longest of chains
And I have to do time till I prove my worth, and in due time will I have the right key to claim

Hundred miles away home, and I'm a bit lost on the roads I've been crossing
Tell my momma in my absence her baby
Got caught up with the call of higher meaning
Cos growing up means going way above till you break further through the ceiling
And diving depths way deeper than the seas that deprive you of your feeling
And on my travels wish me best and for me to find what I've been searching all my life for
Got a universe to explore so I need to go beyond the limits of this life form
I'm more than what meets the eye, vision vivid now my perception wide open
Construct my grand design till the the reaper plants his feet in front of my doorstep

Right now my angels make peace with the devil on the opposite shoulder
They pledge allegiance, we wage war with the world, and I'm ready with a revolver on my holster
Locked and loaded, I'm past the judgement so I see the target and my sight dead center
Rather face white linen than checkered flags
Y'all want to win the race, I want to make the enemy surrender

And that's me