Given hip-hop's living will, told I'm executor
Content and later action make me something more
Tore from today's headlines, I find my place
Spectator to a spectacle I suspect will grace my face
Until it's dust again, and to heaven lust ascends
And leave perpetual war to a world that ends
Then again, there's always opportunity for action
But my skin prunes soaking in what shoulda happened
Midnight snacking on regret, while my mind don't seem to get
The dawning of the next day, opportunity's paved
Road, littered with roadkill, and oversized load filled
Semis, semi-living, indifferent to what we hittin
Written underneath the letters, ideas arteries severed
Mistaken as a pen bleed, I mistook forever
As it wasn't mine to take, but if it's there before I wake
I'll add up my ache, lil' somethin I'll forsake
For my sake, I'm hopin you doing well
Losing your shadow to the shade in a cool corner of hell
I felt time tap my shoulder as it passed me
Only played me for the patsy as time is in the backseat
And I'm drivin, ride this highway til the sky ends
Then I'll parallel world park, gas up, and start again
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