[Verse 1]
Too many times I’ve cried piercing droplets stabbing Hobbits
Lurking in the murky depths of conscious without a clue
I continue to spew chunks of emcee lunch on the crowds of paper that gather at the base of my pen
Grabbed the forbidden fruit and taste it again
Hugged the Tree of Life twice so in a sense, am I embracing sin?
Wading in the waters of a wasted emotion, encased in a token I place on a pedestal
Receiving standing ovation from mezzanine to the vestibule, in the balcony next to you
Heckling life for a price
Beckoning grace to chase down shadows to be boxed and shipped to consumers
Rest my head on pillows to fumigate the spread of rumors
Of iris of the highest form, infect the social mainframe
Life and death are parallel states of exist but lack the same name
Do I have to meta-morph my identity to change things?
But those that stay sane are inferior
Ironic like descension only elevators
With verbs and nouns and sounds, I’m an interior decorator of mind-scape
While you people are just fish that can’t swim, drowning in rhyme’s lake, y’all can’t swim
Drowning in rhyme’s lake

[Hook]
Too many times I cloaked my ideals
Too many times I let down my shield
Too many times I fell from this tree, not knowing what was under me and just crushed an emcee
Too many times I went towards the light
Too many times I destroyed the mic
Too many times my life has been open
But I couldn’t receive until the stained glass was broken
[Verse 2]
Too many times I’ve wilded in the absence of direction
Stuck at the crossroad intersection, competing with my reflection
For sanity, up to my nose in frozen vanity
Chipping away at stone vultures
Melting ice sculptures down to puddles in which I
Splish splash icons ’til they’re dripping with verbiage
Subtle anarchy results in the capsize of the eye
Floating atop the liquidated plot of life’s screenplay
Searched the stack of needles for one strand of hay
‘cause it’s my person last week, just to expand today
You’re too lewd to be dragging, flying my altitude so look to land today
The forest of forgetfulness has ample space for thought-scape
Beautiful arrangements of scenery encompassing the mind-frame
Trapped in a picture game, leaving rhyme crumbs to find things
Smacked sand with five fingers ’til time stings
Come in the zone of my thoughts thrown to find King
I comb the zone of my thoughts thrown to find a king

[Hook]
Too many times I cloaked my ideals
Too many times I let down my shield
Too many times I fell from this tree, not knowing what was under me and just crushed an emcee
Too many times I went towards the light
Too many times I destroyed the mic
Too many times my life has been open
But I couldn’t receive until the stained glass was broken
[Verse 3]
Too many times I’ve walked this continuous staircase alone
Wandering the topless abyss to find something
Winds blow attempting to topple the skyscraper I built upon this foundation of beads of sweat
Killing myself to live, with microphone purpose
Talking to a hologram image within a half empty pandora’s box
Afraid to open and let loose the angelic demon it encompasses
Onto with the need to discover the brilliance
Held by the iron fist I rule with
And [?] centrific force draws my perspective closer to knowledge
While the agnostic pilgrimage to my mind’s mecca enlightens me
Further and further and further along I walk
As the bare feet are cut by these thorns infecting the ground of this path
Further and further along I hope
Direction will find home in my city of ideas
Further and further and further along I listen
For my name to be yelled with the blare of the trumpet
Calling me to end these too many times I wait for that
Trumpet to call me to end these too many times, these too many times

[Hook]
Too many times I cloaked my ideals
Too many times I let down my shield
Too many times I fell from this tree, not knowing what was under me and just crushed an emcee
Too many times I went towards the light
Too many times I destroyed the mic
Too many times my life has been open
But I couldn’t receive until the stained glass was broken