Burning the midnight oil, it don't cease Not in the least, Vans with the sun make the cipher complete Autumn gives me chills, send me back to times I was crying, bereaved I was eighteen on the edge trying to leave Do things change if it's marks left like a specter? Felt like the dice loaded against me, tryna get it together Every storm weathered, looking at the comp like the bigger the better In the end, they handing it to me like provisional credit Luxury buildings being built in the ghetto What a gift from them devils who jockeying for politics See, my body temp the only thing 'bout me that's moderate I'm of special interest, don't think that my steelo lobbyist Hear the flames on a track like a Weezy lighter flick Feast your eyes on this, flowing with this stream of consciousness It's nice lines, but if the feeling not in it Then we don't vibe with it, not even a teeny tiny bit These rappers hot for a year, enter they terrible twos Tell you the truth, don't let these Pepe Le Pews get in the booth Here's a message for you and the yes men in your group Don't pick a bone with me, I am my own skeleton crew Tell me, what you get when you mix the yellow and blue? Everything costing an arm, leg, and a tooth Prophets making predictable moves For a profit but they want you to step in their shoes One percent bending the rules Any rhetoric used defending them dudes diffused and dismissed We wishing fascists loosen they grip Fluctuating mood while the news fill the room with gloom Even if I ride a high, depression loom in the wings The feeling bittersweet, can't take pleasure in the things I speak In the end, will my swan song be a symphony? Take me back to Enemy, 2017 Head in the clouds, we living blissfully, relative ecstasy