I'm not here most of times

Not anywhere else, not gonna lie

I'm an autopilot who wanna switch back

From mechanical I never read the manual

Subconscious seeing my own future

Lucid enough to see that my consciousness is losing

Just calculations I'm a computer

Reminding myself and living through the music

Artificial intelligence give due diligence

Stay vigilant notice the difference in the images

Memories lost the innocence feeling so primitive

Trippy shit since when did enlightenment come criminal

Try to paint a mental picture of my own mind

Put it in an app and let it decide who am I?

Feeling colorless in all these lights

So I keep asking who am I?

Lead me to the light

For love I'd die but

I'm not in control, in control of my mind

Who's looking through my eyes

Is it me or the machine?

The Illusion of will the confusion is ill

Do we have things done to us or do we do them for real?

Times got me questioning if all my music is real

Or was destiny my ghostwriter those times that I wrote fire?

Questions arise like did Jay choose to make the Roc?

Did King, X and JFK choose to get shot?

Did my man choose to take his life?

Before I thought yes

But now I realise that the trigger was pulled before he took a breath