The Way
This is not the right way...
Some have said that I was given keys to the city of your dreamsI'm more content to walk outside the walls and catch a breezeI'm more inclined to climb on by or ride internal seasI'm more alive to vibe inside a mansion full of treesI do this for a reason that they can't pretend to gleanI lose myself infused in something more than what they've seenI'm not a slave to greedI don't embrace your make believeI've never been for sale no matter what they think I needSo let it be decreedLet this music serve the deedLet it spread like a diseaseLet it spawn a noble seedThere's more than meets the eyeThere's more than meets the priceIf you can't see the sky there's too much artificial lightI can't predict my path, but they can't fully see my pastI'm running from the flash but heading straight inside the blastA mountain full of ego built upon a heap of trashIs exactly what you get when you can't fully do the math
This is not the right way...
But this is my way...