(Verse 1)
I want a surplus of you bending your legs.
I want mo' knee. Mo' knee.
I get it mo' knee like money.
Honey, it's funny 'cause plenty of ugly deeds are done in the name of two things:
God and money.
It's kinda funny, but not in a laughing way.
I start to stammer, but there is nothing to say.
Because the universe is grand, and there's been billions of years,
And in my 70, on average, I'll see plenty of fears.
Man, I'm not trying to be a nihilist.
I'm just trying to find the reason we desire respect.
I see the worry piling up as I acquire my debt.
I see depression weighing down as I try finding my head,
But I've been losing it...
Where's the impact I'm supposed to make?
And Where's the big path that I'm supposed to take?
And where's the quick cash that I'm supposed to make?
And where're the clique fans that I'm supposed to save?
Man, I don't even know what I'm supposed to say!
Is there a plan? A grand scheme of things I need to see?
I've been holding back in person out of decency recently,
but I need to know:
What is passion? What's the point of it?
It's poisonous.
It drives you to do, but drives you crazy while adjoined to it,
but, damn, the outcome makes it worth the hit.
All this labor for art; you'd think I birthed the shit..
But it really is my child in a way,
I look at every song as it's my time to have a say;
My time to have a voice and my own island today,
away from all the judgments and the bias in my way...
But I'm not trying to be assigned to this fear.
I'm just trying to be alive for these years.
I'm just trying to be aligned with the love and everything that's ever good with life.
I just wanna surround myself with people that will better me in every way, where everyday's a day that I look forward to,
and I don't care if I rhyme;
I just care that my chest is clear.
I just care that my best is here,
and I just care that my lesson's real,
and I just care that I'm trying to make the most out of my fraction of the universe's time.
And I'm'a keep it in my mind;
yeah, I know I'm only human.
I'll make some changes in my life,
not just a new year's resolution.

(Verse 2)
The mind's a powerful tool;
if you don't take the time to learn it, it'll be sour to you,
And all these small fears will be a tower to you.
Busy, busy mind, redefining hour for you.
And this is self-improvement.
Explore your mind for your fears and your hopes, and nearly kill yourself bringing them to terms.
And stop hiding and finding yourself like a treasure in your chest
'cause then, you never can rest.
I'm gone, man.