we are living in a dream, I question every minute that I breathe
reality, it isn't what it seems
listen when I speak, I'm driven by the beats
perfectionist to a fault, see me ripping up the sheets
I'm not sure, I can only trust I'm a human
can't tell knowing life is just an illusion
I'm done with excuses, drugs I abused them
back then, when I was having fun with the music
holding on to whatever purpose that I have
while I listen to others trying to interpret what I can
insert it in a track, the burning of a match
can reveal quite easily the serpents in the grass
certainly I'm sad, I tried to determine what I am
and discovered I'm a version of my dad
behold, on the surface I'm a man
but inside I'm a hellion dealing with the burden of my past
Chorus: Sadida
time is minimal, I stare at the grains of sand
realize it's critical to be aware of a game plan
look at the shit I've been through, barely the same man
yet it's difficult to leave this "Barren Wasteland"
Verse 2:
my past is what ultimately made me devilish
I use writing bars to replace the medicine
decided to embrace intelligence
traveling the road I chose, and the terrain is perilous
trying to be a family man with the mind of a savage
rage that ignites like a matchstick
put it out, working with the time I was granted
if it burns me alive.. I'll rise from the ashes
skill perfected every night that I practiced
devoted to the craft, every line was a challenge
thinking of the thirty-five years living life on this planet
and the reasons I'ma lie in a casket
memories locked, let me show you the images
attempting to capture a single moment of innocence
building a fan base, devotion is limitless
it's like I'm placing monolithic stones into pyramids
Chorus: Sadida
time is minimal, I stare at the grains of sand
realize it's critical to be aware of a game plan
look at the shit I've been through, barely the same man
yet it's difficult to leave this "Barren Wasteland"