Released on July 17, 2019

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Shouldered the world's weight like I'm Atlas the great

As a child I watched visions of the path I would take

With no religion that a pastor could save

I will Nat Turner the place this not the path of a slave

This that coming home to broken locks. Open doors hopin' not

To take a step and be a victim of another smokin' Glock...

Master yourself the rest of the game is simple

Keep the brain nimble to keep you from going mental

Flow philosopher, coppin' what the Rastas burn

From pusher to pushing paper nine to five like office work

My words like water pouring when you feel thirstin'

Like the words of a slave penned by Zora Neale Hurston

I didn't climb this mountain just to die at the peak

Acknowledge my thoughts the knowledge you been dying to seek

Hidden in plain sight to pen it I strain my

Being seeing a world of vision grown from the same light

Maxed in mansions, crashed couches in trap houses

Rappers afraid of telling the truth I rap bout it

Let those shackles get comfortable you'll never take 'em off

They told you that Icarus tale hoping you never taking off

Still fly with no wings or feathers

Burden my thoughts building a nest to string together

My rubric's penning Kubrick visuals with my music

I taught the world to dream lucid while they dreaming I lose it

Monolith...

Monolith...

Monolith...

Monolith...

Wrestled with repetitions of visions you couldn't make up

Cosmetic damage that make 'em hallucinate some

Symptoms from, heartache that scar like break ups

But blood lost thicker than water that make a lake up

Wrong path to stray from

Gone past the markers where most marchers had gave up

The art of making the utmost outta the hopes I came from

Started out doubted hardest now look around who remain from

Only the passionate passing pain with patients

Persistence paying gains in this puzzled game we playin

I'll unmuzzle my brain displaying Renaissance painting

Da Vinci but no Leo they hold lions in cages

Bread and circus to full circle the purpose

Fed and entertained folks not prone to searching

For problems with their sovereigns even when they robbin them

Like watching pick pockets steal ya wallets and then applaudin' them

The crowd goes wild like apes in space odysseys

When the problematic prodigy audibly drop a prophecy

Probably ahead of my time had a flash drive in past lives

With files from when humankind spoke rhyme for the last time Monolithic, modern mixed with biblical

Vivid timelessness that's fitting for times we living through

Be like dying just to see to your own birth

I'll raise the bar 60 miles high eyeing the whole earth

Monolith...

Monolith...

Monolith...

Monolith...