Voice

I walk the tight rope of sanity
But note my sonder does not reflect your vanity
And society is not without causality
So I feed my ego formaldehyde as a formality
And blend into a busy cityscape
As every word I scream becomes its own fire escape
To raise above the noise and confusion
And not fall victim to a supernatural disillusion
As to shift blame beyond ones self
Cause my plight is not the one of a man needing help
To me this is more than just rhyming
I tear apart the psyche and mistranslate my findings
Is the pursuit of fame akin to a new religion
An optical illusion type solution to prolonging one's vision
It seems an impossible mission
And my voice is a flyer on a pole that says missing

We all have wings
And I've been dying to sing
Before I take my place
Beneath this golden ring
And my voice just pours out
Metered by the clouds
Can you hear me now
Will you hear me now

Wigs split when I release spit from the tongue tip
The noise is the voice of a lyrical assassin
Hustling is magic and science
We cash cloning while making green shit
Disappear into the air for compliance, acid of life is creativity
So I mixed that with some shrooms and now I'm feeling me
My spliff split the time rift so i no longer exist
I'm equipped to rip twists when I step out of the crypt
What I spit resonates at the perfect frequency each play
Which is how I have y'all entangled in every word that I say
Erase space for hate when greatness is the destination
Blessed with omnipotence, so inspect ya significance
Cause when I step in my voice shall take over the room
Having everyone chant my name is what I'm about to do
Now who do you know who can fuck with the kid, nobody homie they pleading the fifth
T to the I to the M to the Jones, everything I say will get stuck in ya dome

We all have wings
And I've been dying to sing
Before I take my place
Beneath this golden ring
And my voice just pours out
Metered by the clouds
Can you hear me now
Will you hear me