I'm surrounded by timelines
where milestones are just money
but they're paying a large fine
living an irony that's not funny

Hey, your heart, soul, and mind
could you leave that behind?
I mean it's okay
with these pay days you'll be fine

Those stacks will make you blind
so find your bliss in every rhyme of mine
and keep with it
because even if my two cents were a dime
words can't transcend time
your soul clicks like a clock
that you can't rewind

You're about this life
but it's not about you
fame cuts with a knife
when it gets less new

On the road less traveled
angels wait in silence
but on the roads unraveled
the demons are your guidance

It might be well lit
when you're sulking in a pit
but within time this life is a slit
and your life is more fit
think about it
were you given one just to buy ****?

Being on top is priceless
the day your body buries
your tomb will rest with the best
but that's all you've ever carried