Too Many Times Illogic

[Verse 1]
Too many times I’ve cried piercing droplets stabbing Hobbits
Lurking in the murky depths of conscious without a clue
I continue to spew chunks of emcee lunch on the crowds of paper that gather at the base of my pen
Grabbed the forbidden fruit and taste it again
Hugged the Tree of Life twice so in a sense, am I embracing sin?
Wading in the waters of a wasted emotion, encased in a token I place on a pedestal
Receiving standing ovation from mezzanine to the vestibule, in the balcony next to you
Heckling life for a price
Beckoning grace to chase down shadows to be boxed and shipped to consumers
Rest my head on pillows to fumigate the spread of rumors
Of iris of the highest form, infect the social mainframe
Life and death are parallel states of exist but lack the same name
Do I have to meta-morph my identity to change things?
But those that stay sane are inferior
Ironic like descension only elevators
With verbs and nouns and sounds, I’m an interior decorator of mind-scape
While you people are just fish that can’t swim, drowning in rhyme’s lake, y’all can’t swim
Drowning in rhyme’s lake

[Hook]
Too many times I cloaked my ideals
Too many times I let down my shield
Too many times I fell from this tree, not knowing what was under me and just crushed an emcee
Too many times I went towards the light
Too many times I destroyed the mic
Too many times my life has been open
But I couldn’t receive until the stained glass was broken