[Verse 1]
A life distorted, meant to be eroded and contorted with the rest that were Consorted
Not concerned, a withered wanderer ready to be adjourned
As February approaches, ready to be reminisced by hoaxes
For he is either blind like Stevie Wonder or mixed by blunder
Cause he was born to serve with Black History on a month that remnants black misery
Such as MLK and Malcolm X, ready to soar with Eagles but this Falcons Hexed
Into a nuance of 86 years filled with jagged tears, being abandoned- he fears
Or sold for profits like the red sox did in the diamond office
He can’t drop it, for being exposed to what the rivalry’s propose that he opposed
Similar to Bambino’s Curse, No decision could be worse than the option to be mounded first
It’s like being offered immortality, one that should have been a Makaveli formality
To say not, is lunacy, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity
But he’s blowing it…
[Chorus]
Fade away with the days,
For you will get older,
But bolder, to survive a life that gets colder,
Either regret that you didn’t live with it,
Or fuck the limits and take this minute
To travel beyond life’s pivot…
[Verse 2]
Eye’s wide with vision, his minds fission, this is his only ambition
Face pale, a bewildered reaction he exhales, cause if he fails,
There will be no meaning in life, he’s forced to strife
Cause this aint a movie waiting for an encore, this is his only time to conquer
The instinct to not blow it arrives and is incentive for the moment
He’s amplified with hype and conations, he’s living the passion by surrendering sedation
His lyrics levitate in a mind state where his Solomon spirits meditate
Forced to divagate from the Yellow Brick Road, They underestimated his loath
He’s a verbalizing panther, Like Paul Revere, he don’t need a Lantern
He conquers what the ride shines, Traveling city to city with his own guidelines
A Celtic that’s globetrotting, there’s no stopping, lyrics that got dopes flopping
It’s no Mystery, this patriot is ready for victory to sweeten his life like Hickory
And live in the fast lane, but he just cant get past pain
It’s another roadblock he suffers from…
[Chorus]
Fade away with the days,
For you will get older,
But bolder, to survive a life that gets colder,
Either regret that you didn’t live with it,
Or fuck the limits and take this minute
To travel beyond life’s pivot…
[Verse 3]
His minds at work, but its Sunday, he’s at church and in search
For redemption upon this atheist that deserves suspension, but he’s paying his pension
With his hands tight like pliers around the book of god, as he preaches to the choir
But debris sends his entity back to reality that forces his finale
Cause his pace’s set at largo, the audience is ready to cook ‘em like escargot
But this anarchist embargo’s for his soul to be another label’s cargo
And be a shipment to the booth, when he speaks only truth, he doesn’t want no coupe
He’d rather drive a ford escort and have his voice export than be another import
That puts Boston on the map as the new capital that can rap
And put the star next to Cambridge, where the new roadblocks do him no damage,
Still life’s passenger, but only the oracle knows he beholds the next massacre,
He just has to verbalize the plot, for this bullet is all he’s got,
And his only shot, is to be heard worldwide
