Mother of creation wait, embrace the souls of a lost world Carry them away Darkness negative receptive Pour firmament between our waters Separate the space Mother of destruction wait with a belt of Skulls strap me down And send the ship away Progress

It's my last name I learned how to write it When I first started school Passed down from generations Too far back to trace I can see all my relations When I look into my face May never make it famous But I'll never bring it shame

I will remain until the day I die The distance apart, the longing in our hearts We keep this path alive, never break the ties I will hold fast The reverberations escape and embrace me to a lonely sleep As thoughts hold on to me With words left unspoken I

Ay papi, Nik apurate No more apologizing for being excellent From now on man, fuck it, I'm just gon' be dope And not apologize for it I'm sorry I'm dope, nigga Rap your mind around it and embrace it, this is a fact of life God, I'm so good Yeah, fuck up

I'm an animal Hey, what's the big deal? I am vibrating at the speed of light Hey what's the big deal? Tell me how to feel? I know where we boomeranged and fell from grace Point me to the stars I'm up for the chase I know where we fell on our face Jump

I sit on a rock Cannot be touched by struggle & confusion I reclaim my space inside my structure Look at this point All is about nothing, everything comes near The remotest parts of the world We can dissolve disruptive vibrations I have to try

Happiness straight from the bottle When real life’s too hard to swallow I reach out when I have a confession I reach out in desperation I reach out when no one is listening So I could looking for the next best thing I feel them judging on me for their

(Oh, what a rat rat race!) (Oh, what a rat rat race!) (This is the rat rat race!) (Rat Rat race!) Some a-lawful, some a-bastard, some a-jacket Oh, what a rat rat race, yeah!

You made it You played it Your shit is overrated Worn out and faded The weakness starts to show They've created the generation That we know Washed up and hated The system moves so slow

My life has meaning again Sittin' on the interstate The end of another day Feeling tired, feeling beat up, feeling small Sick of running this rat rat race And Coming last place Feeling like I don't matter at all Then I walk through the door She says "I