:00 How long will i live, how far will i go, how will i know if i give everything i have to life, it won't stuff me back in the bag, stuff your sorries in a sack and react, attack the flack like a lumberjack, or a cat :12|:14 serrated knife in my back keeping me alive if i tear it out i'll surely lose the innovated feelings of my mood, so here i go to soothe the groove of the feelings i'm use to, i moved into a place awhile ago and have since thought it through :25|:27 i stared at my face through a mirror in my room thinking of ways to be true, as i talk to you, i figure it through, from my infant status to the current status quo, on to where i will go to ensue to start this show, curtain call and i made the appointment, uncovering it all from disappointing tears that fall, to feeling anointed, muttering and standing tall, it's all energy i been given, some may even have came from heaven :53|:55 the rest i made in the lab in my brain playing insane games, it's not the same nor should it be for fame, every living thing still in existence today, is it's own individual being at play, living reality with creative science discovering ways, like things that don't exist yet or things that change existence, think beyond the realm of possibilities, you can still do what you need to do but when you got nothing to do think of the future and what it will do, you might find something that is just for you. 1:22-1:24
1:36 L.I.F.E. Living In Front Of Eternity, how i view things is eternally, from back in the day when they called me Mr Galaxy, to the day of yesterday when they straight called me a fallacy, what am i supposed to be anyway, they tell me to live life a certain way, i can't comprehend that it needs to be the way of them, so i differ greatly and move my mind away from what they're selling, i don't want no cable tv i just want this portion of life to be, free living with prospects of immortality, immoral moral codes to bring in this whirlwind of worlds and girls, begin a forward movement of righteous sin then, stop and begin again if we see that we pretend to be anything other than free again. i mean what is this life if we can't have the satisfaction of being free, i don't mean with no boundaries just simply break the rules and make your own lines to cross, with in reason cause we're the boss, sometimes it feels like treason to the reason i got, still i keep paying the cost, it gets me off of the spot that burns me hot, i can't get past it i'm rubbing it raw, i'm not talking about my cock i'm talking about a crop of folders i got in my head, i suppose those flows are already dead, so instead of talking them to death, i'll move on to a new thought that comes with another hit from my bong... 2:55-2:57