The War of Art (feat. Syndrome)

Flying in another year Heart never holding fear Obviously there's no despair Probably in open air Opened up it's time to shop Master keys open locks 37 spins, here we go again Thank you god Grateful for another shot Cause some didn't get to see today In the stands they talk a lot But never seen the field of play Pulled me out my comfort zone Got drafted in the war of art Should the Gods take me home Hope its known I gave my all Founded in the dark Saw the light and connected to it Been the greatest thrice Fourth fight this the entrance music Water got a tempo to it Flowing through a fountain pen Put the C's into a quartz So use the four to count me in Know they tried to count me out But they don't know my driving force Stayed the course, when it rains it pours I embrace the storms Painting poems, himalayan holmes Holding mountain pose Cases closed, watched his body rot, then it decomposed Speak in codes, fluent in the language of the higher realms Captain at the helm, riding swells, only tides will tell That the wave forms would be formed in compositions Had to put this shit on tidal Cause its highest definition, wait On the yacht were fixing plates Tiger shrimp and lobster tails Covid had a saving grace Finally got the art to sail Tried to hit me with the jab I hit them with the duck and weave Said we couldn't leave I heard that when we were overseas