Verse:

Haters will hate, and lovers will find a kinder way to say,
That wasting a few hours a day, on a passion that won’t pay,
Is in fact a passion play, don’t make yourself a martyr,
Or use your words to repaint tomorrow,
Let that cargo go, no one wants to follow a man with baggage,
Aim for low hanging fruit and call it magic,
You might’ve seen the stains but the fabric-ate-it,
To find importance in problems when you can’t solve them,
Problem?
Watching options swirl down the drain,
A constant, throwing caution, to the rain,
And the wind it creates or perhaps it’s the other way,
My options, are myopic,
Until I put these frames on,
Labels can be toxic,
Identities accosted,
When the box is gone,

Keeping it low-key,
While it slowly keeps poking at raw nerves,
And gut-checking me at every turn,
I don’t have to kill to stay alive, I’m immortal if my words can’t die

Powerful sound, sharing power with words, I want to save lives,
Because someone saved mine,
When will you realize that real lies,
Poke fun at the terror in the eyes,
Of a man at his wits end,
There’s a difference between the people who care,
And the one’s that are there,
Only when the weather is fair,

I’ve mis-calulated the measure,
Between trash and treasure,
But as long as I have these letters then rubble will serve me better,
When the kingdom has come,
Screw a city I put on for no one,
They told me to change, and play it safe,
So the people could relate,
I’ll tell my half of the story I’ll do it my way,
Then maybe we can spark a dialogue about who’s great,
I want to evolve and take it to a different place,
But if you didn’t care in the beginning should you matter today,

Have you ever stood for something or do you tell others to sit down,
If we keep biting each others legs we’ll never reach the clouds,
Keep following lost souls and you’ll never be found,
I know that’s weak and meek to what cannibal dogs eat,
But do you want to be the cricket among ants, or a god among kings,
Twinn Zeus stays loose, welcome to the gates,
The key is wordplay, the lock in the shape of a spade,
This is callous magic at a spa day (-de),
See red that bloody aftermath was all dre,
A slight of hand trick denied with a pase,
Catchphrase, to phase through an era,
That praised trial and error,
And hates trials with errors,
But a feedback can distort a project and mercury can butcher the cleaver,