[Verse 1]

So fucking dauntless when it comes being "on it"

Audit only the causes of bewilderment and awe

A top a mountain where I sit to watch the Autumn turn to August

It's just me there with my thoughts and also memories for songs

From the gauntlets to the straw hat

Incinerating all that stand between me and my goal of walking out amongst the stars and

Everybody knows that life is known to be drawback

Instead of giving in, you work around it then evolve

Yo, it's time to fascinate the face of mankind gently

In the wake of benign signs behind what's empty

So don't prompt me with moxie, I've trained with Ox-king

These obnoxious hearkeners about to box with Fonzie

Yeah

Son is the pseudonym. Congruent to influences

Alluded through a tune that I illuminate the moon

When free to move I take the scenic route

It's freedom from the dreary view I'm used to

Obtuse in this manner to get my feelings through

[Verse 2]

Amid the mist I sit. Weary from the action

I've been fighting way too long. Now I accept I'm geriatric

Can you hear me? No rehashing this. I'm teary cos I'm passionate

About the way when art comes in fruition from a sad event

The advent had arrived and thrived by building an establishment

Which tries to guide the lies away from Earth and it's inhabitants

Who had it with this rather twisted world of fucking manics

That was way back when before this vessel had pass in this

About to pack my bags and go and start a coalition

For the souls who put their souls into their lines when no one listens

So I'm distant from existence, and I'd rather be forgotten

Before leaving here with a ceded feeling of accomplishment

Gone

[Verse 3]

One more..

The reinforcement is a phoenix leaning towards the idea of resurrection fueled by unseen forces

The importance of endurance is immense when in this sport

And the only reason I'm rapping is for cash to buy me horses with

Of course it's been minute since I meta-morphed to lordship

Though in that span of time I've made known to not lock horns with this unborn threat to man

My canvas is the floor

I stay sharp cos every night I sleep in thickets of thorns

Torn apart. Rebuilt. Difficult to put together

Get the letters assimilated to form out a message

Which is a presage to oppressors who continue to disparage us

That we will not allow for you to think of us as characters

And better yet, the feathers that I left after I flew away

Is evidence that I arrived and tried to save the day

Keep in mind that when you see me I am just an apparition

While the last of my cares were given only to who listens