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Every day feels like a struggle
As if I'm drowning in an endless swamp of doubt

I try to find myself, but my mind is obscured
By the ever-present

the hatchet, bury the basket, your ethic mind, nothing you’re seeming to find on the surface

At least you serve a purpose, you’re like mincemeat to killers,

purpose
In this crazy world, where everything's so surface

I'm a lone wolf, walking through the city streets
Feeling disconnected, like I'm living in

There is a place
In our minds
Of lasting stillness
Completely calm
Secret spring
A lake serene
Would you be waiting
By its shores
You would realize

In darkness, I wonder, my sight veiled by lies
A world of illusions, a mask for a disguise
But beneath the surface, I sense a hidden truth
A glimpse

soul, for my soul to keep Cuz I'm a goat, I like mac, juice, and peep
Thoughts fill my head, now I can't sleep Scars on the surface, but this shit runs

it)
Forged by steel and iron

Got the hunger of a lion (Grrr)
Miracle touched Earth
The day I seen birth (Born day)
Motto's always family first

Violate

back for good
And in weighing out my truth
And they show on the surface

Back outside
Well outside my mind
I was stuck inside
A matrix of my own

Under the blue sky days rolling high
Memories of highlights and nights drifting by
Under the clouds
We figured it out
The design the purpose

Beneath

twerkin'
I keep it cool & collect on the surface
To tell the truth deep inside, I be hurtin'
Look in the mirror & I see somethin' worthless
Look in

soft, call me by myself, y'all had the tip, uh-huh
Punchin' on your homie in the corner, he a bitch, uh-huh
Ask me, did I diss they homie, n***a, yes, I

The pain you don't see
Eyes drunk and battered
Soul scared by the fire
Just scratching the surface
In time all is dark
And you will deserve it
You will

((CHORUS)) 
Taking command 
Of this ship 
Don’t worry bout it
I’m planning on  
Letting it go 

Once I was blinded by it
Now I see 
I see 
I was

Scrawled upon the monuments of supremacy 
By the withered hands of the author of woes 
Towers cut through the mist
Struck down for the architect’s

vibrant with chaos in the dark
Oh what a work of heart
Some days I paint with purpose
Some I can't scratch the surface
It's easy to feel worthless
Tracing

quite a concern it's so out of control
The wrath of Poseidon is what I've been fighting
The waves have been crashing it's taking its toll
The surface is

and you in the way, tell me what's your purpose
Shit, I ain't even reached my peak, I just scratched the surface

And this gonna be our final act, cause we

I think we made it mama
I think we, made it
It was 3/05 I was born
I took off and I kept soaring
The thunder kept roaring
Saved my life by recording

on track)
So I simply have to dedicate my life to your purpose
(But not just on the surface)
I wanna know you, know you, know you better
I wanna know you,

and silent
And in that very moment, I felt so vividly like Jesus himself was standing by the doors of my heart
We all have our testimony That we share
It leads

Each time I hear you speak
I pray for silence
Your words poison
To everyone around you
If my hands weren't bound by the chains of law
I'd gladly be

jesus walk on surface
See no difference between you and a corpse in a coffin
Wholla pack giveout style who the hell gonna stop it
Sick&tired flexin hard

me, where silence will reign.
Nothing alive grows here, a deathlike lunar surface
Overhung by unstructured horizons that animate my  nocturnal

worse
now i'm thinking what's worse? 
feeling all the pain might as well been hit by a hearse
I wanna give you blessings mami, you're my angel
falling