freedom vs loneliness

Look, my sense of time been faking, I know it's off one.

I picked the pieces back up, I know I lost one

I force the words to the mic, I never like that.

Against the freedom I go, I'm tryna to strike back

The lonely man at the top, what is he thinking?

The man with freedom below, he overthinking

He be rushing quick to find his peace, he never notice.

He got it in his view, he just thinking out of focus

Better by himself or is he better by the people? He can't even tell you what he defines as evil

Why would anybody try to take his word as right?

Guarantee that he'll be struck by the grief late at night