[1st verse: Complex Theory]

Answers too many questions/

No fool too many lessons/ with hunger passion

Determination givin me blessings/

Stand tall with plenty presence/

And a slight frame/ my share of shame that always makes me hunger for younger days/

Survived the hunger games/ by suppressing the hunger pains/

Try to refrain from the devious/ so I wouldn’t pay/

For my previous/

In the present/ was so mischievous/

But that was In the past So we know it couldn’t last

Talent that’s introspected/

Passion so misdirected/

Balanced/ but challenged/ because I never want to feel invalid/

Battle my demons daily/

Came close to feeling like maybe the world was going crazy/

But that’s a fallacy yo/

Faith in my sanity/ don’t know if that’s my vanity speaking/

It might be pride cuz that’s humanity’s weakness/

We got goals and we want to achieve them/ and its like its no secret/

And them cats still want to get even/ cuz we/

[Hook: Complex Theory]

Start from the bottom/ rags

In the process getting riches

They say the road to hell is always paved with good intentions/

Just execute and grind/ them losses hard to swallow/

But then every day that follow will feel like you hit the lotto/

Started from the bottom/ rags

In the process getting riches

They say the road to heaven’s paved with those that didn’t listen/

To themselves and the sounds of the Universal/

[2nd verse: Complex Theory]

No sleep/ too many thoughts/

Too little time/ still in my prime/

But I weep for all the lines that I lost in my mind/

Seek for some time to borrow/

In the hopes to be a better version of myself when I wake up and try to see tomorrow/

Wish I had a guide to follow/

Wish Dr. King was present/

And JFK was president and exposed the secret weapon/

Wheres all the evidence/

Guess the truth is irrelevant/

When its 50 years in future, its like the present tense../

Lacking common sense never paying reverence/

Devilish/

Yolo everything/ for the hell of it/

A black president don’t mean we stop the fighting/

Cuz a cause without the will is like the bottle without the lightning/

The cake without the icing/

Hisenberg without the ricin/

These beats all speak to my heart so I put my life in/

To every single line that I write/

Just trying to find the guidance/

And realize the cosmic still reside inside us/

[Hook2:Complex Theory]

Started from the bottom/ rags

In the process getting riches

They say the road to heaven’s always paved with good intentions/

Just execute and grind/ them losses hard to swallow/

But then every day that follow will feel like you hit the lotto/

Started from the bottom/ rags

In the process getting riches

They say the road to hell is paved with those that didn’t listen/

To themselves and the sounds of the Universal/