I've expressed my heart to the world;
Made monsters into truth addicts
Now my flow they want to own, or something sufficient
like a Daniel Davis clone.
I am Socratic kind of greatness,
the wisest ever the world's ever known.
I'm rarely ever home so please leave a message at the tone.
Please.. please tell me if this fate is set in stone?
Have I been seduced by the lies?
Impossible, Impervious to the gaze I'll look Medusa in her eyes.
Will she recognize the pain and ever wonder why?
What is becoming of the madness,
My father is sick with cancer pray he should survive.
Will I see him again in 7 years when I'm only 25?
Will he ever see his grandchildren?
Will I get to introduce him to my future wife?
The world has called me complex, because this stigma has lived inside.
I live on a daily basis wondering if my father will soon meet the reaper and prematurely die.
This is how music should when it is witness to the honesty, and the people being tried.
For some reason shes elusive but always on my mind
And I can't escape her lately,
foregin like a stranger she pretends as if she didn't date me.
Now search for me in the sky,
World exalted you'll forever see my name.
The first to bring down the house, but please believe
I am no beginner to the game.
Only 18 destined for more fame than any human should obtain
Look at the world and what is going on, We're rapping about ignorant shit instead of mending the economy
The honesty in my music has created an absence of autonomy
Been influenced by marijuana, taken an interest in Ecology
Sigmund Freud flows; speaking of lyrical psychology
The son up in the sky.. I drop to my knees and pray you be my guide
A light for me when I've finally felt enough
Be the shepard I always needed when times have gotten rough
Don't ever forget my mother is a saint, A gift to me from above
One of these days they'll turn on me
they'll crucify my heart when I only asked for love
Never be fooled into lies like OJ and his glove
Whenever my pen finds the paper; ink will turn to blood
The flood is finally over, I bear the singal of a dove
Revive the game with reprieve in my flows sponsered by the one above.
I want the world to finally love me;
I beg they give me a chance for these words to reach their hearts
The legacy of Daniel Davis, hotter than the middle of July
Winter season is over, but my reign will quickly start.
The honesty in my music has created an absence of autonomy
Been influenced by marijuana, taken an interest in Ecology
Sigmund Freud flows; speaking of lyrical psychology
The son up in the sky.. I drop to my knees and pray you be my guide
A light for me when I've finally felt enough
Be the shepard I always needed when times have gotten rough
Don't ever forget my mother is a saint, A gift to me from above
One of these days they'll turn on me
they'll crucify my heart when I only asked for love
Never be fooled into lies like OJ and his glove
Whenever my pen finds the paper; ink will turn to blood
The flood is finally over, I bear the singal of a dove
Revive the game with reprieve in my flows sponsered by the one above.
I want the world to finally love me;
I beg they give me a chance for these words to reach their hearts
The legacy of Daniel Davis, hotter than the middle of July
Winter season is over, but my reign will quickly start.
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