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