Eventually it's gonna tell me something, whispers in the dark, are lighting up my conscience

Never going to park, I've got to drive to something

Striving to concise, previsionary comfort

Seeking what's ahead of me, the evidence in plain sight, I have to give it honor

Depending on this legacy, like everyone depends on me

Responsible with everything, but everything ain't what it seems

Heavy is the head on me, like Bud and Canelo scene

Slipping all these jabs, like they burning me like kerosene

Striking up a fire right now, reminds me of that Marv scene

Alone, but that's home for me, that's how I get my thoughts off, I own the beat

Never been one to speak, too quick, bricks on my feet

Problem with me right now, I hold it tight like holding heat in a bag

Compressed, never have regrets, make decisions that's best for your life

Like totally, impulsive activity, ain't what it's supposed to be

Think it out and write it down, polish it like love seats

Undermine potential, causing tugging and destroying feet

The traffic's heavy, too concise, repetition matters, don't disturb me

But I'm back, in position front, where I'm supposed to be, the leader of the pack

There's no mountain that's too cold for me, the fire inside's indulging me

Flapping crow done flow in me, and enticed it's flow me

Now I dissect this life of me, brush it off and shake back

I got a lot to say, like say that, Mr. always told me

Cartoons, they place last

Stay true to you and write, when that fire starts to touch gas

Stay true to you and write, when that fire starts to touch gas

If you catch my drift, then don't fast forward, rewind if you will

This gon' help you press forward, all them times that you feel

You drifting off the road, and your mind is the wheel

You lost control, but this grip is harder to steal

If you catch my drift, then don't fast forward, rewind if you will

This gon' help you press forward, all them times that you feel

You drifting off the road, and your mind is the wheel

You lost control, but this grip is harder to steal

Eventually, it's gonna tell me something

Whispers in the dark, are lighting up my conscience

Never going to park, I got to drive to something

Striving too concise, previsionary comfort

Eventually, it's gonna tell me something

Whispers in the dark, are lighting up my conscience

Never going to park, I got to drive to something

Striving too concise, previsionary comfort

Myopic views, hopping tools

Distance in the hammers used

On the nails you hammered through

Disappointing Maslow rules

Neither here nor there, that's some drilling left nearer to you

Don't be no fool, don't argue twos

Jigga who like print blue, that help me through

A time in life, when hands didn't move

Sticking either, clockless moves

Pace for time, run in twos

Partner up, dynamic dues

Suppose it's tempting, David Ruff

Sunny days are darker blue

Precision routes, are pushing through

Let me help you out, sustain the truth

Making strikeouts, a full account

That means you swing out, myopic rebounds

Warning tracks, can't leave the park

Drive me right to the mounds

Intermission with my coach, bullpens don't come out

They spell out red with a frown, but smiling on the next out

Out the park like Otani, dodging all the reach outs

Backhands with emotion, gotta touch first for your trophies

Don't matter if you touch home

If touching first ain't your first

If you catch my drift, then don't fast forward, rewind if you will

This gon' help you press forward, all them times that you feel

You drifting off the road, and your mind is the wheel

You lost control, but this grip is harder to steel

If you catch my drift then don't fast forward, rewind if you will

This gon' help you press forward, all them times that you feel

You drifting off the road, and your mind is the wheel

You lost control, but this grip is harder to steel

Eventually it's gon' tell me something

Whispers in the dark, are lighting up my conscience

Never going to park, I've got to drive to something

Striving to concise, previsionary comforts

Eventually it's gon' tell me something

Whispers in the dark, are lighting up my conscience

Never going to park, I've got to drive to something

Striving to concise, previsionary comforts