i listen to my soul and give it all of the blessings that i made from my mind
it's an alien type of vibe from outer space and the sky
i'm trynna break out the vine and make a fruit of my own
give a suitable kind of tone to all the tapes i rewind

they wind down, my thoughts, and cause pops in time
for time outs, i stop to contemplate my life and breathe out
the clout i built filled my spine and broke it up in three words, "where's my shine?"

the dark crevice of my brain just got me stuck in a pot
with a couple of hundred clones, they all devising a plot
for a trifling rock to hinder me and stifle my walk
but i was shown a better force than skywalker was taught

it's the force of the Spirit driving the soul to the narrow path
money don't last, no gold in the pharaoh's ash
He made pure in the mask i attained
and the brass knuckles stained from the blood of my rebel past

i took a pen and then i wrote to give a testament
pressing on my chest, i wrote to those who needed evidence
i'm just a negligent, stupid, inconsiderate, polluted pessimist; i deserve the hell of it

i'm done talking like i got altogether, matter of fact i tell you i should my members severed
but despite it all, i find my hope in Him
so i present you all my mind and i open it
every story is the truth like the pulpit made it
this a glimpse into my life unadulterated