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I long for connection
I know my values; they’ve yet to align.  
I feel estranged from the world
Where has it all gone?  
Am I running out of time?  
I tore at reality's seams,
But some things can’t be philosophized.  
I hide behind the tears of a clown,
A mask that I wear in the veil of my mind.  
A dying star, with nothing in my orbit—
My mind’s a galaxy for thought,  
But the stars burn dark,  
And the thoughts are morbid.
Where should I begin?
There once was a time when I thought I wanted mansions  
Looking in the mirror I can't recognize what happened
Used to be a happy kid, the images are graphic
The lane to ecstasy left me stuck in traffic
Best friends, I lost them
Best we don't discuss it
       Enough with all that gossip
I'm merely being honest
In ruins, never tarnished  
only semi-caught up  
With the pedagogy
Passed down by a goddess

Look at what she taught me, A way to look within
      You can tell she brought to me a way to live with sin
     The Blueprint for My Vision is the one I wrote in pen
If all I see is gray? Does any of it matter
I see the world for what it is, Gradually It's gotten sadder
Moral victories or rich enough to fly to Saturn
Shiiet, I’ve been thinking about the latter
They say money can help do unthinkable things
So what you rather be, down to earth or outta here once the meteor/media hits
I came from another world, just to watch an eclipse
Careful where you fall, cause reality slips
best believe when you come down, your choices are fixed
know if you don't dumb down The tables’ll flip
Sometimes what you have to say is so outta here
It's difficult to present, the worlds ill-prepared for such incredible gifts
(Chorus)
Remember the panic attacks, I don't know if it's the mushroom tabs,
sometimes I think that God was tryna talk to me .
Thought that I could stay abroad,
Even If I felt a fraud,
I’m never running from it

(Verse 1)
Lately, I've been feeling like a sittin’ duck, Keeping all my windows shut
Knowing’s not enough
Been tackling the mystical, things have gotten difficult the answer to it all is love
I’m Not superstitious, trust my vision Everything’s a system
Looking in the mirror,  ponder if I play the victim
Flipping through these channels, yo! Has it even clicked yet?
You can Make it to the top, but you’re no better than the insects
Let me be descriptive,
I thought that I could sing to her, Destiny’s my mistress  
You can go a lifetime, just waiting for forgiveness
Some things are too ingrained in us, it’s instinct, Can't resist it,
know yourself, you’ll know your mission But take too long you’ll miss it
Life is an Enigma don't dismiss the tribulations
amidst the dissonance are some greater revelations
Opportunity will knock
Your only obstacles temptation

(Chorus x2)
Remember the panic attacks, I don't know if it's the mushroom tabs,
sometimes I think that God was tryna talk to me .
Thought that I could stay abroad,
Even If I felt a fraud,
I’m never running from it

(Verse 2)
cautious where you look   because you just might
Open up your eye and get your lens right
Certain truths you can't fight, welcome to the insights
A gift from the above, some like to call divinity
it comes with pros and cons
Once the ego fades your lowest moments just begun
A glimpse into the future, cool, the past can't be undone
The script you choose is only that, make sure that you have fun
be in kinship with your senses
it’ll rob you of the simplest things so easily if you let  it
recently accepted, the greater good’s subjective
Truth is, peace within, all comes down to your perspective
It was supposed to be you-- I'll admit it.
I just knew we’d be through,
Once we were lit.
But we went out like a fuse.
All the music that we played while we were stuck in our rooms
had us thinking that somehow the future made room for two.
I wasn't the most astute, guess all I knew was from books.
But I reckon every second
that I didn’t need you
became a weapon I feel blessed with.
I'm so glad that we’re through.
No resentment, I'm corrected.
Told depression, "F*ck you."
Sometimes you have to play yourself in order to find your tune.
Once I met the consequences, I knew what I could pursue.
Our beginning was an end to everything I once knew.
Now I'm swimming by the edge;
it’s time I bid you adieu.
I'm no longer confused, I bit the forbidden fruit.
Had to look in the mirror so I could str.a.p on my boots.
Look, Mom, I finally took form.
You never gave lectures.
You thought I was stubborn.
Your son is just headstrong.
But I must have hit my head on something.
If it wasn’t the headboard, it was the ceiling. That’s what I head for.
My teachers were dead wrong.
I never took to the streets, only risks.
Even if my dreams got stepped on, I made it out of the matrix.
I’m patient but surgical with it, no matter how many takes.
It took a village.
The grass isn’t greener on the other side. Some of it is synthetic.
Esoterics embedded through my epidermis, words of a sermon never spoke to my person.
My soul’s purpose is searching every day for diversions.
Recreational drugs were suppressing the urges because living in the slums leads to excursions.
I could write you a couple of verses about the things that occurred
And put into words everything that my neurons conversed.
Picture me growing up; I was never the nerd, but always looking through my window,
wondering how the universe worked.
Pick apart any art, I found a way to unlearn all the things that were leaving a burn.
If all I see is grey, does any of it matter?
I see the world for what it is,
Gradually, it's only made me sadder.
Moral victories or being rich enough to fly to Saturn,
****, I've been thinking about the latter.
They say money can help do unthinkable things,
So what would you rather be: down to earth or outta here once the meteor hits?

I came from another world just to watch the eclipse,
Careful where you fall, 'cause reality slips.
Best believe when you come down,
Your choices are fixed.
Know that if you don't dumb down, the tables flip,
Sometimes what you have to say is so outta here
It's difficult to present the world with your gifts.
'Cause they're ill-prepared to realize that you're sick,
Slick enough to make it rain on 'em with nothing but a drip.
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