I'm a Poor Man (But Rich in The Mind)

[Verse 1] What's in a number anyways, except the data Tired of this life been playing it since the beta I found every glitch, found every niche that I belong to I switch lives every time I find something fond, too Mr Smith, meet Mr Anderson I reach into your soul and grab the numbers like you're rattling Zeroes and ones, comes before the sun Moon blanket greatness within the solar system, overloaded with patience Every platelet in his space, this Playground for insignificant recipients I'm the dead reliving this, my chemicals have missed the point Of euthinizing fingers with horizons on the joint Index, I follow prints of my own Leading circles into octagonal territory bleeding Windex I really shone, look at my skin You can see the bone protruding through the words of my own I'm a fucking bum mumbling, stumbling Grungy looking, huddled in my own fantasies of getting shuttle-big A little kid incapable of knowing my strength Killing cats when I pet 'em, necks I never hear break Without a George boy, I could use a lord, boy I could use a hoard of bad rappers for a store toy I abuse the instrument when striking a chord Within a hall of board enthusiasts that's kissing the sword There's nothing left but unexpected terrors in the crevice Where your dreams go to die and my thoughts go to relish In the high of loving mind singing it clear I'm a poor man but got a fucking kingdom in here [Hook] Just remember that I'm a poor man You do best just to 'member that I'm a poor man [Verse 2] What's in a name anyway, except the knowledge of your path I got a stable full of labels built to distract the math Vision is binary, but a lot of cats Like to chinstrap the future with the past cause it's that scary I see fear as a ceiling for the universe But when it rains it pours me a bath full of lathered verse I laugh it hurts, but what you consider pain Is stimulating game to see if I can really reign As commander, of covering the center of domain In my universe it's never really simple on this plane But twenty long years have prepared me I act like I travel light but I got a big bag to carry So here lies unexpected terrors in the crevice Where your dreams go to die and my thoughts go to relish In the high of loving-minded singing it clear I'm a poor man but got a fucking kingdom in here [Hook]