Chapter 4: Ember of Heaven

[Verse 1] He has passion but only for the moment Not committed to the long term atonement His body is weak, he couldn’t last a week A battle against his will he can’t stand on his feet Yes he is passionate but worried of failure He can’t stop thinking of faults and his failures He has great ambition but it’s the wrong ambition Selfish ambition his ears are not tuned to listen Hard working but lazy, how ironic is that His will doesn’t stop draining from the sewers of the rats The hardcore streets, the hard tuned beats He needs to let his stress out or else he’ll claim defeat Worried of the future, but that is only natural Worried that he won’t make it although he is artful His talents aren’t enough his knowledge is damp Uncertainty has caused him to drop and break his lamp Would he rather choose to pertain his youth Or standing on the stage that has no roof He has the materials but he doesn’t know how to pursue it The question of where do we go from here or just do it He knows he’s captivated and motivated by the music He’s got to lose himself within the music before he loses it Burning from the fire and the heat of pressure The chaser named Scorpio has a flame that can’t be measured