Firefade (song)

A more energetic, clean recording here - how the song sounded in my college application portfolio.  
https://soundcloud.com/user-147762779/firefade-college-version
 
 
I'm a dweeb and egocentric, this I know  
I like weed and pushing pencils, pissing gold;  
my sound supreme: I found the meaning in the road,  
bound to beauty and to breezes but my breath is getting cold -  
I'm rolling stoned and sacking constant satisfaction;  
packed my stash and cracked the glass to catch the mashing of reactions from that nasty breeze.  
I grow this fruit because it's passion - everlasting - mastery my mission,  
also, where the trail of ashes lead?  
Smash the pleas, blast the scene, obliterate and cash the green;  
my spittle still surly, chuckin' fucks about alacrity -  
Inaccuracy easy to see past when Windex flow roll off the tongue like out the sprayer leavin' clean glass  
My dreams pass me up, I'm wading in the right lane  
with my mic braced, like five jays, I pray I take the right way  
I like praise, but I love the way the light lay  
Why hate or bite bait? Spite ain't invite thanks  
 
My day where life lay; live that like Friday,  
give back and don't hide change; your mind waits while you fight age,  
strike sideways with a bright phrase:  
my smile spark and that plight hay -  
my rhymes fit to incite flames;  
I firefade the Ice Age.  
 
If I'm stressed out, I gotta look around and check what I got in my grip -  
if it ain't haze and its weight major, I've learned to let the shit slip.  
If it goes in a rillo or it drop ink, I keep it far from the ground;  
if it's my Brussels Griffon or the mic I'm pinchin, I never wanna put that down.  
I might sit in class under eyes so contrived they look plastic,  
I might come off as inactive -  
likely my mind is on rappin:  
passin' sulfur-scented pen over the page encasing matches.  
My "passive" died a few laughs ago,  
I just capture eyes bein' crass at shows,  
I ain't the man with the scam like Cash-4-Gold;  
I got specific plans and I'm enacting those -  
so precise with that splashless flow  
like an Olympic diver, my reflection grows  
till I'm face to face and I break its nose  
and I'm amazed that the waves ain't insanely cold.  
 
I got stains to make, got a place to go,  
got shame to shake, got pains and woes,  
got games to play, got brains to mold,  
but will I change my ways for the danger? no.  
 
My day...  
 
My vision's empty, I can't lie;  
my soul's a sieve that drinks my mind.  
This desert gets into my eyes;  
the wind, incessant, cuts and cries,  
tryn'a bust me with dust in this dry paradise.