[INTRO — IMMEDIATE, NO SPOKEN INTRO] [VERSE — MATURE CONTROLLED RAP] Identities death, an exhaled breath. Breathe within a need, just to want what’s next to bleed. Creeping emotions, crawling horror wanting acknowledged to explore more than what routine has in store. Silver spoon quickly tarnished as a marriage torn before apart, seen vision from a young boy’s Life’s start. Keeping it simple, secrets disappear as disguised lessons live in past memories pouring with ink, drawn and sketched as a poetic memoir never met. Neglected and rejected like a contraception intercepting a new conception. Lost idea rethought in justification while simplicity becomes a challenging integration. [BRIEF PAUSE — BEAT BREATHES] MAYBE… [CADENCE RETURNS — REFLECTIVE, INCREASINGLY INTRICATE] I no longer can think on a level seeking easy answers, perhaps I stand as another example asking myself to identify what is normal but not even tangible. A reflection appears unnoticeably noticeable as it stares at a wrinkle in time, reciting a phrase or fable redundantly quotable. Features never noticed. Orbited letters jumping words like sabotaged relationships cry with no concern. A stranger walking the streets without a wrong turn. Untold reasons and rhymes ignoring intelligence artificially suggested with intensions missed like a universal expression impressionless… [CADENCE SLOWS — DIRECT / HUMAN] I have become defined by each person imaginable. [PAUSE] Face to face with the next possibility. [BEAT STRIPS AWAY] Time to get to… [LONG PAUSE] maybe… [CUT]
