Falling in an open coffin Toppling from my close minded concepts I just Digest this life as its fed to me Yet I think I know the recipe A stone cold unknown couldn't mess with me And I have to admit I'm the **** incessantly Just to have confidence in my contextual references Like I'm the man with the plan Map's in the palm of my hand Down to the print Shrouded in wit In which you cannot stand Reason I spit when I talk when I'm ****** and I missed two decades of a life not lived as a man Understand a fall from grace that isn't so calm and paced but all over the place Im over my weight in nickels and dimes trying to learn self worth in a selfish time Rolling around hoping to get so high I levitate out of my coffin and into the sky