[Intro: The Tragedy of Macbeth by William Shakespeare Act 1 Scene 3]
I’ the name of truth, are ye fantastical, or that indeed which outwardly ye show?
My noble partner, you greet with present grace and great prediction that he seems rapt withal, to me you speak not
If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not
Speak then to me

[Verse]
It’s only one of me, it’s not another like me
The stars gleaming, see the crux, them shortcuts through the psilocybin
Zeitgeist Jesus Buddha, they be too alike
The sun bleed on my horizon
Opposites attract, collide, crash then divide, the story goes
Born, get a little old to live and die
Peep how the Spanish did the Mayans, conquest on a long stretch
What I call sleep, on the surface when it ain’t deep
The earth’s grimace where the pain breathe
Search and find my feet down underneath the rubble, stony bubble
Masoni knit, the kid is doing numbers
Winning through the summer, rolling with the punches
This a one take, don’t do the punches
Dirty diamonds dance around the compass
I need it fresh, no Tropicana, crack a can of Sunkist
Demons flee, I'm just a man amongst them
Do not play the fool or turn the cheek, just own the shit you summon
Got a dozen problems like my cousins
Speaking power, speech is never subtle
Never dwell on who I was my focus on becoming
Prodding it, the Polo with the buttons, do not push my buttons
Loving me and who I'm loving differences
Them parallels, my fairytale is rather common
Feta cheese and olives, garnish on the mutton
I don't remember much, but know I must've, uh
'Cause I got tons of shit I'm holding hostage
Late night writing so exhausted
Can't sleep until I meet the faucet
All these feelings false, they count losses
Whose fault is it? A tune falterings
Harmonious. I'm solo like I've only known loneliness
The home that I was loathing in
It's tight, different life lessons in the moment
Skip on water like his holiness, notice me
Flower die inside the vase of fade to pulpri
Waves crashing in the ocean, sing the holy trinity
The uterus of ovaries, creator of creation overseas life's rotary
Connections
Blessings
[Outro: Macbeth by William Shakespeare Act 1 Scene 3]
Stay you imperfect speakers, tell me more
By Shinel's death, I know I am thane of Glamis
But how of Cawdor?
Say from whence you owe this strange intelligence?
Or why upon this blasted health you stop our way with such prophetic greeting?
Whither are they vanish'd?
Into the air and what seen'd corporal melted as breath into the wind
Were such things here as we do speak about?
Or have we eaten on the insane root that takes the reason prisoner?