[Verse 1: MD]

Doing metaphysics with Metta World Peace

In Buddhist meditation, I'm not a medic; MD is not a doctor

My therapeutic music giving listeners a Detox

And when I spit, my verbiage coinciding with the beat rock

Sometimes I sit and question everything

To cover our existence in a game I know I'll never win

I mean, you never know if you don't ask, right?

I must've been a great philosopher in my past life

At 16, thought I was balling with my racks light

My trigger finger itching but I never got the blast right

Sat and thought about the world in my asylum

Till I hopped up out the boxes, and my lyrics got inside 'em

I used to write about the presence of our presidents

And how the government is putting poison in the medicine

But on the surface, I was stupid for the hell of it

And now I got a tape; and we know rapping's what the premise is

[Hook: Zen & MD]

They say I'm complex, like a magazine

Walking through a world, we don't really know anything [x3]

... they say I'm complex, like a magazine

I made it for the crazy kids just like me!

[Verse 2: MD]

Perfect timing... for an existential crisis

Young man on the road to "figure out what life is"

My destination got a tiny population

Feeling spaced out in midst of reading consolations

Tryna have enlightened conversations

With my momma... she may assume that my adopted father Dalai Lama

But that ain't the case; I simply wanna gain some knowledge

My death is coming; reason why I gotta

Uh, in the words of many:

I've got enough on my mind, and I ain't got enough time

To put it all in a rhyme

I said enough on my mind and I ain't got enough time to put it all in a rhyme

Don't get me wrong, this ain't my everyday mindset

Just a rapper, there ain't many of my kind yet

I'm complex, going off when I'm on kid

And I'mma tell you what I'm like, like Nas did

[Hook]

[Verse 3: MD]

I draw a ton from inspirations

But used to keep perspective all inside like insulation

Dropping shit profound, and then I cut like lacerations

Putting all the blame on my twisted imagination

MD was Clark Kent... undercover like a married couple

Cause I'm the rapper type that didn't wanna carry trouble

My appetite is different from the scary hustle

Ain't kill nobody 'less we on the mic; my streak is double

My brain's a puzzle on and off the beat

I ain't piece the shit together myself... yet

But this enigma on a mission tryna figure out the riddle

How we all some freaking walking contradictions

I'm dropping music... as an outlet... to keep me sane

I hope my audience feeling all the shit I'm saying

I hope the crazy kids'll love the shit on Broken Frame

I know for certain when it hits, you ain't gon' feel a pain-- complex