REM Cycle Illmac

[Verse 1]
My soul is a grain of sand
My flow is a plane that lands, in an ocean of waving hands
They soak game, like a boat with a hole in it
Until they in over their head
Cause they needed a moment to take it in
Go 'head... they look for enemies and might've found 'em
There's no serenity in my surroundings
But I'm trying to find a balance
Not every pebble thrown, serves as a stepping stone
Let 'em be, I'm climbing mountains
Watch me blow this cloud, but I'm high without it
So fly, I'm in a spider's web of lies trying to climb up out it
I wonder why they doubted
Holding this weapon disguised as talent
Pulling out, treat 'em like the trends that they dying out with
Life's a challenge, what I have found is:
I don't feel right about it 'til I write about it
And every line could supply an outage
If what I've amounted, to
Doesn't add up to what I've accounted, for...
No matter what the why or how is
Goes to show, we could only be as close as time allowed us
Inspire thousands
MC painting Escher on airwaves
Ascending staircases and finding out they spiral downwards
Life's a bitch but I'll die without her
So I wifed her and brought expired flowers to the bridal shower
Said I'm fine without her, tied her down
Siphoned power from inside her
Pulling from within what I desire outward
I heard…