[Verse 1]
Unconscious and uncomfortable
Folding in on myself is obnoxious and deplorable
You should run for help
I stay facedown, phasing in the borrowed time that I can’t replenish
But I’m never finished ‘til I’m done
Unyielding and determined to relinquish all the tagalongs
Bewildering the vermin
Nothing can be cured by singing songs is what I’m learning
I stay on top of laughter to belittle each disaster ‘cause it’s fun
I’m open with the closing to the doors to discontent
Remaining focused on the growing at the timеs that I repent
Nevеr said that [?] held my hand or even waved in gesture
But it’s better, molds me more in the long run
Evolving while imploding, implementing problem-solving
Falling while reloading, holding on the holster, draw the weapon while I’m knowing that every step in this direction has its purpose
Earth is but a bead in my necklace
My pen bleeds, others blood clot
We grip ‘til the stock is broken, hoping that you don’t jump the gun

[Verse 2]
Blank faces of the fickle-minded
Pencil-pushing skill declining
Finding of arising malevolent movement shining disguised as grinding is clear
Maximizing the dying of a deer in headlight mantra
How I approach the post of proverbs for the herd to read with passion
Throwing curveballs ‘cause the know-it-all’s in fashion
I’ve never been so sure of a plane-crashing or never receiving answers to the questions that I’m asking
Like who gave license to the removal of personal value
Embolden the elite so we can compete for the master we bow to
Each written is a how-to
My aura is soundproof with the guiding groove to those who only move when allowed to
Ever ready with the clever
Here to openly sever the link of group-think to find the individual within
Playing chess, not checkers, knowing at times a lecture’s needed to grow and be better, now let’s begin
There’s never been a time as open to the focus of the favored, stressing the effects of blessings in our labor
Never knew I needed saving ‘til I found the Savior
Couldn’t leave the flock until I altered my behavior
Every clock is a ticking reminder that breathing is limited to a moment so whatever you choose to inhale, you own it
Things will never change until we do
It’s pretty simple
You don’t respect it, then don’t condone it