Lancer

[Verse 1] Another night on the town, back when I toured around With scoundrels, I found joy in it, just to bounce thru pubs Getting wasted, nary a thought spent on the fact That at the day's end, what am I really chasin'? Girls and love, none of that available Money? Well, no business plan is failure proof The band scattered, the leader was like "make your move" Gave'em the deuce and left, overdue for a vacation I was too stressed, my voice started wearing You're not alone - I kept hearing, yet staring into distance The words didn't reach me, despite their insistence Started seeing the word friendship A lot different, I was pensive, even apprehensive Even spent days without speaking a sentence What built inside my soul, an anger that Dementia Doesn't begin to describe (Be careful as you enter...) [Verse 2: Concrete Cee / Brother Gil] I still live in the past, am I past my prime at 25? Or am I headed for another climb? The omniscient voice I keep hearing Says he had a plan for me, but I keep interfering Answered curtly, the only dependable thing About the future is uncertainty, heard me? Guess he did, but no further response Never heard from him again, where has he gone? - Not too far, in fact I'm always behind you - I'm the mirror image you are blind to - Thought I'd show you the ropes, aid you on your mission - But I can't be bothered, cause you have always been an impatient Capricorn... I ran up a hill toward the sun And fell asleep from exhaustion Woke up in a hammock with an open book in my lap The 200th page read: "Cee, this is where your story ends..." [Verse 3: Concrete Cee] The music keeps playing from the Grammophone rear as The lance of the dark rider burns down Cleyra The tree of life keeps emitting mist we near the Breaking point of spirit and I wonder will the skies clear? Five years since the end of a road A new beginning was told, I braved my fears and I showed A sheer resistance to cold, sporting a Dark Hat As like every year winter time was on the doormat The Ragtime Mouse quizzed me, my answer? I marked X The question was "Do you regret that you started to rap?" Certain things you just do without acknowledging the Consequences, on your surroundings, as you treasure hunt for artifacts Diggin' in the crates. rummaging through chests But beware of the Magic Pots and Mimics in your path And last but not least, come across an Epitaph Your mirror image in front of you, will turn to shattered glass A reminder of your future, the present is a neverending race To escape the persecution of your past The story of the Lancer, that people never grasped Sure was humble in its making but the resonance was vast....