The Journey

I use the pen to cut a knife The same pen I use to f*ck a rhyme To stab a neck with make a poltergeist Shit I'm killing life I was moulded with a special device Flawed but like a father to child God gave me an option for life Where I could live lavishly or I could follow the vibe Yo I didn't knew the difference I was a weak design So I set out on a trip accompanied by time, yeah Time is passing but I stopped to take a picture Robust sensuality they ignored these scriptures Am I sick thirsty of pussies Coz that's what they told me Everybody try to phone me Till I knew they were phony But wait wait what do I see A chisel and a hammer They laughing at me when I told them I found an answer Started to carve out the easiest shit I could see Got in a room full of that stuff but I had to leave I found no oxygen inside to breath Too late until I found it was a gateway to peak, yeah Little time left, time is flying now So I had to take a stand to be an artist I wonder when sun was decided to be the prime orb Coz time is pilot and I'm just a tourist