{Verse 1}

The hidden truth of self I’m in the booth in hell

The institute of health I’m sieving through for a sign of respiration or clarity

Forget the aches and panicking 

My view of myself is filled with separation and parody

Breaking through the barriers debating who’s the carriers

Of the positive and negative I could never stop

If I never honoured it I’ll never win 

If I should ever drop or lie forever boxed

And I’m in the shit then I let it win

You lose a grasp on yourself and choose to fast from your health

Who are you to assume a bruise to bruise is a chance to excel

I’m casting a spell that’s the last from my self now you just have to deal with the cards where they fell

Im the last of the generation part of the desperation

To arm with a quill 

Dealing with my problems feeling when I’ve got them 

Believing I’m above them

and then sharp to reveal

{Verse 2}

Catch me reflecting this is where I turn man into master 

With my pad and my armour I stand here a martyr

Self identity is hell I’m meant to leave 

Feel like I’m never gonna age but where did I gain this wisdom to spell upon a page 

We worship the flowers cos hell is gonna raise

Wordsmith’s allow us to curse lift and Shaolins 

Just perch sit for hours, stand and listen cos

Not a hand is twitching or a candle hissing 

The beat is my tori gate that’s a portal to an actual vision

How deep can I explore my natural instincts 

This is a journey a story of learning what’s for me

I’m serving this raw meat and burning it surely 

I’m cursed and it’s stormy I searched for the coordies 

Words that assure me I’m worth what I saw please

I observed it in 4D