Not now Jerry.

[breathless]

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I'm about to be done smokin, my lungs are broken
I got flows to bust, but, I'm just chokin
The window of opportunity must've been pushed open
'cause the wind that'll rush in holds a good coldness

Like dust bein blown on a whim homie, I'm only holding
a thin bit of the momentum I've been flowing within
Oh, it looks hopeless, an overgrown old kid
livin back at home, again, with no motives

I don't wanna hold roses over their graves
no more than I want them to throw em the same
I'm supposed to be the one to watch em go
Not the other way around, but we'll see down the road

'Cause this, me shrouded in deep clouds
and I'm tryin to reach out to the truth
But I, keep drownin in youthful appearances
...My view is adhered to this aspect

ratio of past tense spatial roles...
These actions've taken their toll. So it happens
in the aftermath of breakin the mold, my soul softens
But I still can't shake these holds off yet

I've waited for the crossroads to come to a close,
often I've wasted the lost hope offered, I know, its awful
But all told in the end, the fall folds with a bend
It's a snap back to where I started, a backtrack through narrow margins

The track snaps and peril harkens to the last chance I'll care to target
If I can't have the miracle of an artist, then that's that
I'll stare into the darkness of bad paths, heartless
I dare you to ask how far down my depths go

They're comparable to cracks found in the mariana's trench holes
I've been sittin in this barely padded bench so long
I can't stand another minute without something havin to go wrong
No song lyrics can express what I've felt

Yet they grow stronger every year, comin closer to myself
It's a full on experience I pulled off delirious
I won't fall, I'm serious, this old wall I'm here against
Is built so tall that no low balled conspiracist

could ever come near to this so called fearlessness
...I'm a lyricist at heart, I could sharpen
a mirror image's shards with my artful appearances
...Once the darkness is seared in my vision

its pure intuition tellin me here is the mission
to enlist on... It's to figure out if god
is real or if it is not, and if one does exist
then the question is whether its the Christian's or Islam's

the buddhist's or the jew's, the hindu's or wiccan's
even sumerian's or egyptian's, which religion is the truth?
Or maybe they're all wrong, call me crazy for small talk
involvin a lost cause, but I thought I could solve it

Indulge in the knowledge of false prophets who taught gossip
and brought concepts of illogical subconscious nonsense
to the populace. And now I'm here, the modern day nostradamus
Livin in the post date of the predicted apocalypse

Scripted in anonymous nomenclature, the ominous
promises made were not met by the commentator
So how can I nominate our next divine moderator?
I don't wanna make earth a better place, I wanna make

each person part of a common race...
where we're all winners... turn the sinners into saints
the beginners into aces, there's no inner way to fail this
The glimmer on our face gets dimmer as the veil thins

So rip down the curtains, let our souls shine on pale skin
Show the audience all the worth that's in both sides with a stale grin
But it takes a certain penchant to break the surface tension and work against
the current waves we make the whole time creating this perfect lesson

They're sure to second guess the situation, they deserve a statement
that sorts out this bitter mess and makes sense, at least the best how I can
make it sound, If I take it down even a notch, just think about
the consequence, there's gotta be a way around it without the loss of this

...but probly not, honest, its awfully simple
yet so complex, no one has ever got it all assembled
and lived to tell the rest of us, just believe...
Someone's gotta lift the spell, and I guess it was me