And this goes out to everyone that said I wouldn't make it
With all the nothing that's been given to me, I had to take it
Put myself upon this pedestal and stood until they stared
Reflecting light, to lead the blind til vision is repaired
I can feel the future formulating right outside my finger tips
That's why I manipulate my mental state to reach for it
Seen some shit, like all my friends dying right in front of me
Mentally and physically, this place is trying to f*ck with me
Ain't nobody touching me, that's probly cause I'm high
Although, I'm completely sober, I feel dusted out my mind
I don't think that I can take the expectations that I face
I got some absurd assumption that I'll summon something great... wait
What's the point to thinking if no action is behind it?
Every time I think about quitting, I'm constantly reminded
Of the fact that all my family is barely above water
So on that day I stop, then I must have much more to offer
I often think that I'm a f*cking failure and it's kinda true
But it's okay because I know that failure's what refines your view
Panoramic, I can see it all from where I sit
My third eye is bird's eye, but I don't sleep, so worms I get
Barely getting started homie, don't you think we're leaving now
Hoping Nick Arcade can make a thousand beats to hold me down
So I can do this shit to death and kill it every day I'm here
Even when I'm eighty, I'll be writing rhymes from my wheel chair
When I pass away, I'll be a poltergeist with punchlines
Possessing shitty rappers every night to block their sunshine
Purgatory that I'm placed within cannot be permanent
Punishment is meant to prove a point, to which you learn from it
I'm a work in progress that's here to work and progress
Until I find a place to rest and wander out beyond flesh
God bless, I'm ghost, gone, going out with guns drawn
Shooting starts from off the moon I sit behind the sun on
God bless, I'm ghost, gone, going out with guns drawn
Shooting stars from off the moon I set behind the sun on
On and on and on... on and on and on