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[Intro] Uh [Verse 1: Signor Benedick the Moor] Sitting in my room while my mind's in the air Eyes so low, with a melancholy stare Stare at the ground while her hand's in my hair Wondering what's the point when our time is so rare Trying to ensnare the truth of our lives Am I really living, or am I just trying to survive? I fell in love with art, but it seems so contrived Superficially controlled by a need to collide Need to erode, obsession with death Abstract rope wrapped around both my necks The one filled with air and the one with despair Buried deep inside my soul and it'll probably stay there Hope I can pay the fare, the ferry on the styx Most likely, traffic gon' be a real bitch but That's alright cause I've always been patient Probably a result of no one ever relating so I started faking, living inside my mind and Jumping at the first sign of love that I could find I'm playing like it's cool, like everything is fine Just waiting for the day when I can shine But maybe it ain't coming (shit) At least I ain't bumming Nothing like a trip to the city with all my niggas with me But the sleep deprivation really starts to take its toll Dropped out of college cause nigga, that shit's getting old and Besides I can't afford, besides I'm kinda bored With the niggas that I hear rapping 'bout... whatever it is they rapping 'bout I don't even listen anymore She said I'm an old soul, I said "pull me to shore" She took both of my hands and promised me that I'd make it Hopefully my mind and my spirit can escape it This box that we trapped in, what the fuck happened Last thing I remember, in my high-chair I was strapped in Last thing I remember, in my high-chair I was strapped in Yo [Bridge: Signor Benedick the Moor] Nobody worry cause the doctor's here Marrying people who queer Overseer of (and destroyer of) fear Living a tragic life of madness like I was King Lear Aware of everything that you saying, I got a king ear Don't ever call me King, dear Majestic, though I am and always one of the people Believe in treating equal And I say us, cause soon as it's them They don't wanna be outdone or ever beaten again Let's keep it zen (x2) Let's keep it zen [Verse 2: Signor Benedick the Moor] Light-ass nigga born in '93 What happened to being a kid? What happened to being free? Free from cage I like to call responsibility Respond to wanted ads, I got the job at 18 But end up hating The bitches that think they could own me If only I knew what exactly was in store In stores, dreaming of making it to the tropical shore With lyrical and empirical evidence of the score and for Many moons and many nights Had dreams of escaping the fiendish devil with his many mics Lowly intern, washing the floor without any rights Niggas like sixty-something and can't afford any bites for his tummy I felt bad but shit, this shit ain't for me I was destined to be greater than this Wonderbread and honey With this money on my mind and music in my soul Just a couple bars and I feel whole I stay original, but fuck! You know everyone copies everyone All my favorite teachers say to say "what's in your belly, son?" So I did Sometimes I forget I'm not a kid Sometimes I regret shit that I did and didn't do I apologize to younger me, I'm sorry that I'm killing you Apologize to others sorry rappers that I'm killing too I'm waiting for the day that I tell 'Ye "nigga, I'm chilling 2" And he reply "I'm feeling u" Another yellow nigga with another fucking ceiling view Got these other rappers looking up, they get to reeling too Two motherfucking decades, I'm ready for the next stage I'm finished with the first part, I wanna find the best page Read it aloud to everybody who's in it for the money Or saying that I should try comedy cause I sounded funny (fuck!) I'mma tell all these other niggas "good luck" Cause I'm punk and hip-hop, everybody else is stuck