Never met my whole family – they’re but a legend of the village

Zai says she feels her mum Kuria pass in the atmosphere every now and then

But no morale speaks to me

Maybe its cause I chase a different legacy

Confined to grandiosity

When does it resolve

What a question

Then mum used to tell me her history too

What a lineage to live up to

Bikes lacing wasteland and liberty

Always wondered how free a legacy by bloodstream (how free, undermine me)

Those stories were so routine when I was young but I feel bounds as they branch down

As this life pans out, Devon grows more me

What a legacy

Such literacy rooted in me

Reads like one of those bible phrases

His last monologue

If it were to be so ordinary

Would that be the fairest of the legacy?

For that glimpse I’d have to massacre the world of me

I’m told massacre that part of me cause

Imagine if you’d found me buried under that mountain that day

For all my mind cares is would I’ve held a legacy?

What a question

Why wouldn’t they save me?

What a question

And I’ll never sing again

And I’ll never envision

And it withers me that I’d have never had children

Will I?

What a question

Oh, Devon

I’d weave my footprint into each canyon fold

Scream my scripts from the Northern vistas, to each bulge and I’d

Permeate my living framework into every gaping grey

And what a headline – I’m that legacy act again

Is it vain to throw the toil away?

What a question

So I’ll ask Devon

And forgive us, our trespasses

As we forgive those who trespassed against us

I'm just making it into a song

Don’t make me question my selflessness for leaving my legacy

I don’t donate out of vanity

Mhmm abide a notion bane of symmetry

Such a powerhouse unpalatable is a debt so high so

I mark my holidays as labour time

Pray to my mind

That someday someone will see my legacy

What an ambition

Cause I wouldn’t have saved me

What a reflection

Does self-destruction fall in infamy?

What a question

Do they detest to motivate me?

What a question

I’m so minute and so momentous

What volatility

So volatile a legacy

But I still paint those worlds out there

Aquire the Entropy so

Suppose I’m golden, I’m philanthropy

And I’m the sky

And I’m the Vorbis peaks

And I’m that witchy flickering candlelight in that forest – an Heirloom that’s my legacy

I’m the remedy

Hold it when you worship me

If you’re wanting to realign, realign

Turn to my nacensy

Solitary genesis

I command my legacy

I command my legacy

I command my legacy

I command my legacy

I command my legacy

I command my legacy

I command my legacy

I command my legacy

I command my legacy