What the future holds, is such a mystery
And I can't decide if it's a failure or a victory
The greatest of artists and thinkers could even picture me
Gripping woods grains, cuz Of my ax, my fingers splintery
I been Puttin work in, rarely just scratch the surface
And purpose of furthering progression until the earth is
Familiar with the words of the the lost worlds prince
Heir To the throne, and I'm king since I own this
I just run my fingers bare to the bone, no griss
Those depending on me lookin like the fullest phone list
But I got them all man, and you already know this
On a tight rope, got my balance keeping focus
With that Libra dopeness
I be on my grizzy, keeping busy, doing business
Time is money, so I can't afford to lose a minute....
Until it's all ours, I'm working all hours, in it to win it, I ain't stopin till I'm finished...
(Echo "finished")
What the future holds... idk,
I'm in the palm of its hand, under the cuticles
And truth be told, the beauty all isn't what you behold
But It's what I envision, be grateful for my attention
Constant questions, why religion?
I jus go against the grain to formulate all my opinions
You just follow the wave, it's time to fire minions
Carry my message like you're overgrowing flying pigeons
Free your mind from the shackles, and defy the prison
Be the one against the whole, like the count of monte cristo, this bro and I am legend
A loner walking the road, forever wandering
Pondering on how I'm pondering, lost in the details of nothing but never squandering
Conjuring ways to conquer them all till I'm prosperin
Needing to do a lot of things
I be on my grizzy, keeping busy, doing business
Time is money, so I can't afford to lose a minute....
Until it's all ours, I'm working all hours, in it to win it, I ain't stopin till I'm finished...
(Echo "finished" once and end it abrupt)