young, mystical, and unlimited ft. Cam Barnes Lyrics

I got enough time behind me

To have a sense of who I be

And enough time ahead

For me to leaven my bread

Before the feast get too lively

And I'm better off dead

My days creep like ivy

Over bricks bright red

They say I'm not right in the head

I need to bee more timely

Time and time again

They be rushing right beside me

Its the same destination

Different means to the end

To pave an explanation

Need the beast to be fed

You can leave me on read,

Just don't leave me un-read

'Cause it's a sleazy affair

And it needed to be said

Man, I speak my mind

And I breathe my breath

In-time with the drum line

Beating in my chest

In tune tune with the melody

I'm humming on the steps

Leave my memories cremated

And I rise above the mess

And I should try for nothing less

Pity the blank mind

Who bullies the blank page

Do you pity the hot sauce

While staring at the frank stain?

Pity the golf club,

Thrown result of damn rage

I pity, who holds the tool

But pities his own brain

Wrong game found himself stuck in

Oy vey

His own ways drowned him in nothings

Behold weight

The tongue-tied shadow man is quiet

I said the tongue-tied shadow man is quiet

I let the blood from my cut

Hit the page

I am here to make an impression

And be feared by the brave

I let the sun shine through

My window pane

And finally it's clear to me

The blessing is change

Me, I play this game

Like the panpipes: winded

I lifted more than I could carry

And rescinded

My bid for a salary

To finish the plan

I live for the gallery

Of unfinished cans

I'm a man who sees growth

As just being less bothered

The first word I spoke

Was the first poem I authored

I hope that my prose

Has improved since then

And that the tropes I chose

Might be used again

But I move the pen

As a blind man

My eyes distract me

Ideas loose again

Ill be right back,

And I'll be happy

I just need a breath of air

And maybe something more

I just need a sec to stare

Out at this world I ignore

I was born with a voice

So I use it

And I explore my choice

Through the music, never abuse it

I move with my spirit

I'm never too lucid

I know when I'm near it

That the shackles are loosened

So if Zeus

Is to strike me down with lightning

I'll go peacefully

Knowing I'll live on through writing

Said if Zeus

Is to strike me down with lightning

I'll go peacefully

Knowing I'll live on

Pity the blank mind

Who bullies the blank page

Do you pity the hot sauce

While staring at the frank stain?

Pity the golf club,

Thrown result of damn rage

I pity, who holds the tool

But pities his own brain

Wrong game found himself stuck in

Oy vey

His own ways drowned him in nothings

Behold weight

The tongue-tied shadow man is quiet

I said the tongue-tied shadow man is quiet