Along this old spire, the sun did rise.
Visions that ran through my mind,
Had been of a grandiose size
But had disappeared in spite of my hind-
Sight is twenty twenty.
Bitches be spittin’ nothin’ but shit,
Sayin’ that this is plenty.
Y’all be satisfied with yo’ bit,
Ain’t willin’ to invest a single penny
On a dream that may not return any.
On through the air the dream did fly,
Away on the wind it did ascend.
As I lay helpless but to lie,
Sinking faster and faster my void did send-
Me? I ain’t no dope,
Got me sittin’ here tied to no rope.
I ain’t blind to my contradiction,
So tired of failin’ to conquer this confliction,
Cuz all I got is nothin’ but stuck,
Go on, get out, I don’t give a f***.