I was getting buried alive Heard
the dirt hit the coffin top,
I barely survived
But I broke through my grave ripped
the pine box seal apart
Head first yelling "maggot break,
funkadelic art"
Fear is a dark side fair- weather friends fly,
Hitchcock
Same birds scatter when the end stop
Couple let their guards down,
figure they was there for certain
Talking about "time to pull the plug
and close the curtain"
Eyes wide, bug like,
holy leaping Lazarus
I thought that y'all were, never mind,
material still hazardous
Hazmat, clutching their chests
like asthmatics
For mathematics,
a natural dash of black magic
Salute to new voices flexing
power advancing
The ballot's a modern branding,
classic sound clashing
Took heavy fire,
survived the crash landing
Smiled to walk away from the wreckage,
the last standing
They thought that it was
gone for good
They figured it was good
as gone
Devise a plan and I execute
it 'til I'm undisputed
If the record never stated,
I've been showing most improvement
At a time where my peers declined,
I used it as a booster
Used the dedication as a plus,
I ain't used to losers
Lock the randoms from the safe,
then I change the combination
Then I set the pace and settle down,
then I lay the conversation
Juvenile blind, made me think,
is this a new beginning?
Kept an older frame of mind when I've
been spraying all these feelings
So God bless us,
cut from different cloths and different textures
Different walks of life, some act,
some are directors
Some are extras,
and those aren't easy to find
And I ain't easily defined,
what's fame? A thin line
I been thinking walking over the
edge but keep blinking
Taking two steps back to my
zone for no reason
Call it comfort,
that is not the best for my heart
Not the best way to end and not
the best way to start
Good as gone
They thought that it was gone for good
I was out of mind and sight Dark
clouds all around me,
trying to find the light
I took flight with the dot dot legs dangling
Cliff- hanging never docking my spot
I stand by what I say,
'cause I'm easy to find
Dates posted every day
of the year in bold lines
The more that I roam the more
that I'm free
The more I'm in Rome the more
that I'm me
The more I'm at home,
the more that it's stress
The moral is, we be touring it best
I'm not the same old run
of the mill
Who keeps running until,
the feet tell him "put the runners to rest"
I've seen the last come first
I've seen the first, last
I double majored in life
Some of the worse passed
Back to school learning
secrets that the Earth had
Sat in coach and studied business
before my first class
They thought that it was gone for good