Yah A couple of hiccups and now I'm lookin up Lickity split, I make a run for the summit This could be it so I never waste a second Child of consumption, couldn't pick up many marbles A marvel I even function Of course I'm out of sorts, I'm a walking smorgasbord Fuel for the force to soar my pores absorb Focusin' my madness, push it to the lattice The latest in my peripheral Sporadic apparatus on my neck spit no issue Catastrophic residuals from the last 'I miss you' What I'd do for you is a vision too visceral Shift my view fit you in the picture Bigger than the space and time to give you If ignorance is bliss, I'm a bittersweet idiot Reminiscent of every intimate sentiment (Aw, fuck it, man) Stop to smell the roses I catch a sent of enlightenment and let go Momento mori No sense to worry so I head home Yo, my brother Hope you're doing amazing today I feel like you've been working super hard And I know it takes a toll on you I do feel like you deserve at least one day off I chose the path less travelled, the track is nomadic Doesn't come with a compass, I follow my own magnet After a green pasture- that's after the cheese factor, though Ask around for the GOAT, I'm locally known as it Me and the bros char a J of that Mason Jar Sour D Rappin' 'bout how we'd rather be rappin' instead of scrapin' a poor salary Any day job pay more hourly But how do we invest in the future when you need two to pay the rent Can I kick it like habits I never can? (No you can't) Whatever happened to bein' a better man? (Damn) Set the sights North, ride upon a high horse Still inside more like Igor, par for my course Went from wise guy to might cry geysers To Mr. Nice Guy at the Five Guys diner To wanna-be I-don't-give-a-fuck- guy, what a tough guy Popeye type with a side eye like it's fight night Ay caramba, I'm just a fuckin guy! But my mind mines Elements of everyone; good and evil is sci-fi Walk a mile in someone's plain Nikes and you may find The divide line's like a lace when the tie dies Walk a mile in my shoes and then ya kick the bucket Talkin' out your lid and then ya kick the bucket Fuckin' with this kid and then ya kick the bucket And then ya kick the bucket, and then ya kick it Walk a mile in your shoes I kick the bucket Talkin' out my lid until I get to walkin' No one know what you go through, so let 'em talk a croc o' shit And step in their own poop- ya get what's comin' Walk a mile in these shoes ya kick the bucket Still I smile and keep cool like it was nothin' Check the myelin sheath- electrical impulses shock ya Block ya chakras You gonna kick the bucket