The Saga Begins

The saga begins The drama we end Capturin' bars out a photography lens An artist with pens is like a father with kids Reach for the moon till we be starrin' in it I'm alarmin' the crits that are carvin the pits You may fall in your own but I'm gambolin' it I'm startin' a fit so that the garbage just quits I may do wrong but the father forgives I'm new in the game here to redo the movement you made It was beautiful before you came and ruined the name You can say it is real but you only true to the fakes A mood can just change you can play dumb but no you stupid insane You can be harder but how can you pretend to be the water if the fluid is fake You can't fix what is over, it's like bringing food to the grave So Imma start right now and do it till fate swoops me away The saga begins The drama we end Capturin' bars out a photography lens An artist with pens is like a father with kids Reach for the moon till we be starrin' in it I'm alarmin' the crits that are carvin the pits You may fall in your own but I'm gambolin' it I'm startin' a fit so that the garbage just quits I may do wrong but the father forgives The saga begins The drama we end Capturin' bars out a photography lens An artist with pens is like a father with kids Reach for the moon till we be starrin' in it I'm alarmin' the crits that are carvin the pits You may fall in your own but I'm gambolin' it I'm startin' a fit so that the garbage just quits I may do wrong but the father forgives I still can't figure the frame my life is arranged without a purpose so i'll just fix it with pain You can see it through the picture I paint and the canvas its not the beat its just the lyrics I say To you I may spit in a different way but this is the lyrical way the pinnacle way the escape from my pitiful days From the second I wake to the moment I get slipped into dreams, My head is just fillin' with schemes Inscripted in genes written in breeze when it hits you will feel every single lyric that i spit in a steam But my self esteem is down slippin the stream down the mountain till it hits the beneath Then you hear the sound of a bell ringing till its out of my head With the truth the foul it is said I'm in a predicament climbin' out the mountains of hell Wish I could say that I was proud of myself The saga begins The drama we end Capturin' bars out a photography lens An artist with pens is like a father with kids Reach for the moon till we be starrin' in it I'm alarmin' the crits that are carvin the pits You may fall in your own but I'm gambolin' it I'm startin' a fit so that the garbage just quits I may do wrong but the father forgives