Thirty-eight

What is time? .. What is time?

I'm starting to lose my mind

 

Must have all started in late '85/ starting to come alive/ that following August/

A novice/ that has been sometimes lawless/ but had a cause to the hits/

Breaking glass with my fists/ acting like a Colossus/

But if I make a promise/ I deliver with due process/

Back to the beginning/ where does it begin/

My memory forming/ a blur overtakes,

A sudden change one morning/ my past life came to an end/

A plane I was boarding/ a new life became reality passing the gates,/

No idea to what awaits/ a new name was given changing old fates/

 

What is time? .. What is time?

Caught in a cycle by my mind

 

A life vanquished/ to a life with internal anguish/

The bar set to eliminate and vanish the thankless/

To much fakeness/ from smiles to a pretend greatness/

Because the color of my skin/ created uneasiness/

My genetics different from them/ was met with skepticism/ instead of bliss/

Their dream was just a wish/ no nepotism/ because the genetic line was a swing and a miss/

Couldn't even get a resemblance/ of their genetics in appearance/

Lost and forsaken to handle being a misfit in this disillusioned existence/

 

(Interlude)

What is time? .. What is time?

No friend of mine .. No friend of mine

.. I'm stuck inside my mind ..

.. Peace is hard to find ..

.. With every passing line ..

.. No faking this time ..

.. Caught in cycle of time ..

 

(Chorus)

What is time? .. What is time?

Caught in a cycle by my mind

 

(Verse 2, full verse)

 

So the background has been laid out/

Played out/ overused and abused/

But put to use, in this world we chose/

A precipe/ of reality/ that has taken a hold of me/ but still unable to see/

Because I can't percieve/ what is expected of me/

Like a battle of things which no one can see/

My mind ripping/ me/

As time is gripping/ me/

I rhyme within this beat/

But I still feel incomplete/

A feeling instilled on me/ but this isn't self pity/

It's a recipe/ of how to overcome defeat/

I kept my feet to the streets, like butter on bread I wasn't accepting another repeat/

Loss count of deafeats/ but they weren't overcoming me/

I set a bar above my ability/

A purposeful accountability/ to keep me in reality/

I don't seek a punisher, I'll punish me/

But it's time to set me free/

Enough rambling metaphorically/ I have been awoken spiritually/

But I'm not alone in this quest of seeking eternity/

Not by means of Christianity/ Judaism, Hindu, Buddhism, Catholic, or another deism/

No theism/ not dissing just not promoting/

Only show I'm showing/ is the one I'm provoking/

The beast hidden has constantly been poking/ his head out and hoping/

So as I compete/ with a curse beneath my feet/ in which way I'm going/

With no generation to create aberration/ I'll dictate my situation/

Like a narration/ of how my future ancestry will reverb in subligation/ without obligation/

 

(Chorus)

What is time? .. What is time?