What the future holds, is such a mystery

And I can't decide if it's a failure or a victory

The greatest of artists and thinkers could even picture me

Gripping woods grains, cuz Of my ax, my fingers splintery

I been Puttin work in, rarely just scratch the surface

And purpose of furthering progression until the earth is

Familiar with the words of the the lost worlds prince

Heir To the throne, and I'm king since I own this

I just run my fingers bare to the bone, no griss

Those depending on me lookin like the fullest phone list

But I got them all man, and you already know this

On a tight rope, got my balance keeping focus

With that Libra dopeness

I be on my grizzy, keeping busy, doing business

Time is money, so I can't afford to lose a minute….

Until it's all ours, I'm working all hours, in it to win it, I ain't stopin till I'm finished…

(Echo "finished")

What the future holds… idk,

I'm in the palm of its hand, under the cuticles

And truth be told, the beauty all isn't what you behold

But It's what I envision, be grateful for my attention

Constant questions, why religion?

I jus go against the grain to formulate all my opinions

You just follow the wave, it's time to fire minions

Carry my message like you're overgrowing flying pigeons

Free your mind from the shackles, and defy the prison

Be the one against the whole, like the count of monte cristo, this bro and I am legend

A loner walking the road, forever wandering

Pondering on how I'm pondering, lost in the details of nothing but never squandering

Conjuring ways to conquer them all till I'm prosperin

Needing to do a lot of things

I be on my grizzy, keeping busy, doing business

Time is money, so I can't afford to lose a minute….

Until it's all ours, I'm working all hours, in it to win it, I ain't stopin till I'm finished…

(Echo "finished" once and end it abrupt)