Now these pictures seem fading
My head lifted away from gravity
Stay as long to enjoy every second
Slipping away from reality, imagine
Wondering why rappers talk dirt
It's old and they say it's gold
Two words combine together
For this ******* theory, close it
To another subject I fly
Holding a roll and laying down
Leaning on, staring at the sky
The moments passing, birds too
I deny, peace doesn't exist
So doesn't, humanity
It's the pressure, that tempts
To pretend to prove one to be
Some one he's not
Light headed I headed toward
The paths they told not to
I saw varieties of adventures
Yet to feel, but I'm limited