almost

[Buddah MAC]

slicker than the subtext of a pres. press conference
sicker than the sloughed flesh of afterlife’s onset
we on yet? Silent unless ears at attention
salute stated in the follow through, observed ascension
of a people, stop your feeble excuses for staying stagnant
only open eyes pulled to stripper poles, mic playing magnet
to realign your broke compass, I’ll turn ya toward tomorrow
but you got my back like Kunta’s, so ain’t bout to have you follow
just lay the path down, yellow brick it even
so you know the power’s yours and end the wizard seekin
over your head like a cave in, things is lookin' up now
but once I get ya shook, yall shoutin' duck down
more than a Boot Camp posse track, give applicants they glossies back
ain't auditioning actors, recruiting for this dossier that
lays out the game plan, don't give a **** about your name fam
peepin’ your jacked steeze, lookin’ like the same stan
defining your style off who got the spotlight shining now
so when your fifteen hits, only a hollow echo sounds
the graven image dulls the idolized’s shine
clarity carved in the inverse of the eye’s mind
skies blind to the infinite they color over
same claim to the clouds keeping your soul from sober
I’ll chauffeur you to the event but you gotta find a ride home
ain’t been beyond the world til I had a beat to ride on