65 million, chameleons in the back where I pack the woods

I used to listen to Billy in a hiding place

I used to reside my face in a raptor's den where my chapters end

Capturing again that time of year of where I found cheer

Signs of fear had appeared when I had to used dedication for a better creation

Desperation where I rest in a station

Expertly patient, I was waiting for Mesozoic just to treasure these moments

Condolences to the brethren who don't know better than sin

Dino crisis, I find that those, the nicest, have an unpleasant soul

I was done resting in mold next to the nest to scavenge for eggs

So I fastened and begged god to show me light like genesis for my penmanship

The rest was a blip of talent and talons slashing and flashing past they're eyes

There were lies thrown when they knew time was my own, it's my thrown

I'm the king in this jungle now and I came to rumble the town till extinction with the best distinction

I was Jesse pink man turned T-Rex with sharp teeth through these dark streets

And now I'm just lonely man with real raptors as my homies and fans

My goals are to land in the grounds dirt bones exposed to the elements as if I was selling it

Till the day they hang me in a museum, I'll resume freedom to beat em down like King Kong

When I bring a song to my listeners ears

I was driven with fears to get outta the nest to contest with the rest of the creatures roaming in Morrison

There's more to this maze when I talk to them