Verse 1:
Write more than they can listen to,
I jump down & dig a hole that they can listen through,
I’m numb now, ’cause all along what I’m giving you

is more than you imagined any ball point pen can do,
all in all minimal, I ain’t roll a sleeve yet,
breath of fresh air & I breathe yet,
third lap around & I ain’t leave yet,
and if I talk different or it come across different all it is, is just a reflex,
pardon that, I expect them to miss a part of that,
four car lane to explain where my margin at,
four parts weighed &, one part raw,
& even that’s over the scale, take one part off,
assuming you’re used to it, I ain’t cut it the same,
I double back, re-cut & then cut it again,
my hands dirty off the way that I waiter, we don’t cater alike,
Mont Blanc anything that I write

Hook:
They say that I write a lil’ different,
it’s easier to get it if you tighten how you listen,
it’s easier to get it if you tighten how you listen,
but hey, I understand they don’t follow how I pen it

(Repeat 2x)

Verse 2:
Every hero got his theme music,
I made mine to coincide wit how you see music,
content mirrors “whatever you be” music,
still up under the awning when I conceive music,
the first caller to call it & work morning to morning

from off the start of his calling & took the lead to it,
& I’m only following the follow through,
so if I’m knocking from the bottom then I’m by the roof,
growth spurt probably, all they ever got from me

is step stools that I threw down for them follow me,
next move, I move ’round for they apologies,
opposite of hearing me now, I guess I’m outta reach,
I be on another note, hovering above a quote,
still ole kirk with the words & I ain’t touch a rope,
& they still couldn’t corner me yet,
so I’m back on post like they brought me they check

Hook