[Verse 1]

There's a method to my madness

There's hope then there's sadness

I mope in the badlands

A moat of emotions

A dream with Mr. Sandman

Or a date with a sad dad

Life’s giving me the finger or maybe the backhand

But I grow through the mud like a lotus in a sap sand

Through adversity I take out the trash can

Empty out the clutter with these rap hands

With the wrath of my math and the rationale of a madman

Devote my notes on garrotes ropes in the throats of spat plans

Catch me on the insidе, never on the out

It’s not just fеar holding the jokes

It’s extreme experience in these towns of clasped hands

Rowing these boats down memories’ veins

Ingrained in the crass fans

Maybe they might laugh then

I’ll keep one foot in front the other despite the smirks from the masked pan

Scared to grow up but scoffs at the next fan

Merely there to shoot the breeze

Refuse degrees from the cash clan

[Hook]

I keep the pen by my side like a sword

It’s my sustenance when I need herb

My thirst for justice when I need swerve

This well ain’t drying up, it eats words

Don't try to interpret my mind

You’ll get lost up in these woods

I keep the pen by my side like a sword

It’s my sustenance when I need herb

My thirst for justice when I need swerve

This well ain’t drying up, it eats words

Don't try to interpret my mind

You’ll get lost up in these woods

[Verse 2]

It might be a cluster fuck for you

But me, I do this on the daily

Don't contemplate the dogmatic Theosophists

Apocryphas from these Blavatskys and Alice Baileys

‘cause you put your trust in the word of a man who was rich enough to speak first

That’s so rehearsed and now I just fly off the seams of a meek purse

A bleak hearse cursed with the skirts of the whore’s bleak thirst

Why wreak spurts when I can reap the burst off the energy of my meat verse?

I don't take orders and don't ever try to control the heat squirt

You'll end up feet first in a morgue with the rest of ‘em who tried to reach church

It don't hurt me none if you don't interpret the speech slurs

Nor will I dumb it down for children who barely got their peach furs

This screech can stir the night with the ambience of besieged blurs

It all just melts together in a technicolor beam, sir

My paint brush just might be a feather of Greek birds

Who philosophize on the meaning of each verb

Only to find out the authors were impeached nerds

Word

[Hook]

I keep the pen by my side like a sword

It’s my sustenance when I need herb

My thirst for justice when I need swerve

This well ain’t drying up, it eats words

Don't try to interpret my mind

You’ll get lost up in these woods

I keep the pen by my side like a sword

It’s my sustenance when I need herb

My thirst for justice when I need swerve

This well ain’t drying up, it eats words

Don't try to interpret my mind

You’ll get lost up in these woods

[Verse 3]

And I'll get exiled too

But don't worry, I won't blame you

And you're not my scapegoat either

I never run from my vain truth

Every action has its consequence and that's why God made you

To carry out this free will in the absolutes of brain stews

Heated up by the moments

Fueled by the naysayers with stained suits

It’s a ranged fuse that gets lit off the same strange fruit

This war isn't civil so why pretend it didn't maim you?

Name and shame you until your awareness defames you

’til you're locked in a grey room with shackles that detain you

Me, I let it go, that or let it burn, depends on my sane view

I’m game, dude

I just play mind tricks on myself to rearrange the shame cues

Dodge and dip the absurd until the grains grew

Lush enough for me to harvest without brewing up a lame excuse

Please peruse my maze but don't start sipping from my rain dew

Have you liable to go insane, I’d allow it, I won't tame you

Sign this non disclosure agreement so I can continue on my same route

[Hook]

I keep the pen by my side like a sword

It’s my sustenance when I need herb

My thirst for justice when I need swerve

This well ain’t drying up, it eats words

Don't try to interpret my mind

You’ll get lost up in these woods

I keep the pen by my side like a sword

It’s my sustenance when I need herb

My thirst for justice when I need swerve

This well ain’t drying up, it eats words

Don't try to interpret my mind

You’ll get lost up in these woods