Root of all evils

The only truth to small people

Imbued with power in the view of the bald eagle x2

 

Lucks not, talents not enough love's not enough nor tough thoughts

Well Fuck what's enough

What's the stuff I need to have

To blow up & people see my rap

I feel feeble & I'm breathing fast

Caliph regal I'm seeking facts

Squeezing a barista's ass

Eating needles & I even laugh

 

I'm trapped in a box of complexity

Oddity, lost no directioning

Lack of an obvious effigy

Self flagellating

Father of the reckoning

Depressed deadining my breath's lessining

With dread stressing me