This is a song about "Bronze"

Beckoning beyond bronze.

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Buried in bronze coffins from copper you can't imagine

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

That medal made of silver or bronze that medal for trying

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Strapping myself to be launched out, if this song is a gift, your the bronze wrapping/

Dead off, a bronze metal if you ask me / blast me

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

To packin' up and leavin' notes, and gettin' ghost

Bottom row of the bronze and gold social ladder, bother? don't