This thing was meant for sereneness
Not one to brag, but he might be a genius
Himself is all he ever needed to compete with
Walked to the water and he swore he saw the seas split
He ain’t reaching out for nothing, he don’t need shit
In fact, most the time, he writes like it’s a secret
Opinions, advice, keep it
If you really wanted it, you’d work it like you need it
Bleeding out the pen, blood on the page
Demons from within that he shoved in a cage
Then he locked the cage and threw it off a cliff
Shrieks full of rage as it dropped in the abyss
All he could do was laugh, laughing his ass off
Found something in him that he forgot he had lost
Made something priceless at less than half cost
Spaceship of spare parts, and they made it blast off

Seldom seen, always at a distance
Pulling strings, leaving subtle imprints
Beat the beat, leaving it with indents
A Big Bang slow burning like incense
Impressed by very little
Them skills is skeletal, bones fairly brittle
Top tier outsider laughing at the middle
Speaks his own language, it’s all raps and riddles
A lot of drunken mumbles, even if he stumbles
The vision focused on the light flickering in tunnels
Maybe it’s a train, but ya gotta take the risk
And even it is, there’s not a lot of shit to miss
It’s Mr. Misanthrope still fishing in the wishing well
Got the fish to bite, cause he learned the skill and then excelled
Getting kinda comfortable, sitting in a citadel
Heaven disappeared, so he found a way to live in Hell

In a battle against time and nature
Saved himself instead of waiting on a savior
Man made money, can’t pay em off with paper
Give it to em straight, no thank you for a chaser
Just to feel something, so sick of running
The way that he’s been drinking, his body shouldn’t function
Heart beat's bumping, as long as that’s happening
As far as he’s concerned, there’s nobody that can rap with him
Went to Hell and back again, saw Satan, sat with him
Started asking him if he could maybe bring back a friend
Satan then laughed at him, next thing he knew
He was in his living room, not knowing what was true
Talking to the walls again, waiting for it all to end
Turned off his phone, but ain’t nobody calling him
He’s been on his own for arguably too long
When it’s time to go, don’t make him put a suit on
Let him wear his favorite t shirt and a hat
And let him go wherever his loved ones are at

Oh, he was plunging to despair
The places he would go, there was nothing really there
Little did he know that somebody would care
And that would show him he had something that was rare
Well aware of what it is he’s supposed to do, unlike most of you
Follow him and he’ll just lead you where he’s going to
Not afraid to show the whole world what he’s going through
In fact, it’s more respectable, cause they know it’s true
What’s truth? Well that’s a whole other topic
Where the answers might make our world feel microscopic
Instead of puppet, he figured he’d become a prophet
Found the bottom, now it’s time to find out where the top is
Sitting in his living room, moonlight shining
Heard something outside, felt like perfect timing
Opened up the door and all he saw was a spaceship
Nick was flying it, so he climbed in and they dipped