Checking my pulse before I go and wax poetic

To ensure that I can put my liveliness into these edits

Where this two bit mind reminds you that you're living to respond when someone asks you if that payment being made will either be in cash or credit

Blitzing past the amateur hour into the 15. When questioning how I’ve done it just know that did it dashingly

A travesty in motion in the same key as Beethoven's 9th when Alex heard it blasting as he was trapped then jumped out on the street

The antonym of charlatan in here to do the Carlton

Pardon me for startling the on lookers the by barking at them

Acquired stardom by strong arming on offense rather than defending the nothingness that I had longed for

Conveying meanings with the help of a longshoreman to get the ship sized message through your ear then to your brain

Let's enjoy before it rains. Sun bathing in it’s rays, and only stare directly at it if you're not wearing any shades

Being blinded by a light that helps us a see is more ironic than being thirsty while you're stranded on a raft way out at sea

Only laughing when it's bleak. I'm chastised for my beliefs that everybody should be fed and have a home where they can sleep

I do not make music for people to throw hands to

Rather the noise at school dances for the kids to slow dance to

Circumstantial damage brought on by camera shy antics

Had the paparazzi mad when they we're picking up their lenses

I flummox through the denseness of the text

Where you slip passed the grasp due to the narrow open ended-ness

Pharaoh chosen throne successor. Overthrowing foe's oppressive nature over populations ruled by a tyrant

Skyscraper sized rhymes putting rappers in retirement

That I penned within the walls of my solitary confinement

Thats my bedroom with the blinds drawn. Ibex skull on the wall

That represents the feelings within these songs

It's the grim adventures of a 20 something year old geezer

Where his fears are as facetious as whats coming from your speakers

It’s a secret to everybody, but not to who reads this

The trust becomes apparent to those who chose to go and keep it

Peep my modus operandi real closely then go study it

The beauty between these lines makes up for superficial ugliness

Blew the whistle cos it’s time to move on

Though I never had the chance to tell my inspiration that I...