Verse 1

I woke up to the sunlit side, of another room

One equipped to hide, from the darker side I viewed

The middle lane attitude, the creative mind, both upon which ride

The gamble, I couldn’t tell so I lay my cards, where my name is spelled

The focus oughta be on where the game is held

But these pioneers kill each other off, as they play for pelts

Hook

And I look in your eyes for a new shift to shape

I know or at least I feel I have a bit to wait

Rather be grown fish than one quick to bait

Stay in wait, B-lake, know the fate, it’s never too late

Verse 2

I am the long calm before the storm

Just one more divergence from the norm

The last breath to the warning blown out the horn

I am the first in righteous demands for more

I am justice I know my time will come

I am heard in one note, universally sung

I am the flower stem set into the gun

I am the moment in time in which you lost or won

And begun again, know there is no difference

Between your defeat and simply giving in

The only real defeat is where your persistence ends

So start anew, you’ll find your entrenched with friends

Sleep back to back as sewer drains fill

When we’re all out of love, who remains to kill?

The same soul stained so ill, our hearts pay the bill

I seek peace, hope, truth and love through the way of the will

Hook

And I look in your eyes for a new shift to shape

I know or at least I feel I have a bit to wait

Rather be grown fish than one quick to bait

Stay in wait, B-lake, know the fate, it’s never too late

Verse 3

So living this, manifestation of the limitless

I still suffer with my significance

the curtain’s blinking is this your vision it’s

simple, God is a woman, and my Mom she is a witch

Way do I go from here, I solemnly ask

Talk with my peers, make more of it than a college class

I live in a war zone, our privilege to acknowledge it last

Too uncommon to pass, I know they will come down on our ass

Comet to cast, the next great shadow of the last great twinkling

You can feel the battle, but it’s a peripheral inkling

We’ve been conditioned in the shallows, so the puddles reflect our thinking

You can fear or ready the gallows, I will be continuing my tinkering

The sense seems and swings loitering to lingering

In my imagination, a new reality imaging

I’m waiting on the match spark the ignition is

Inviting criticisms and visits

But Still <echo> No one’s listening