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The Other Side
Playing chicken with the church/
Realized that he was hurtin'/
Burden of being perfect too far in width to curve/
Soul off the grid, earth had em' searching for it in it's midst/
Through the mist, dreams thinned in girth/
Thickened his purpose/
Swerving through his mind a blind observant/
Curtain of time, merging divine turf with thine/
Immersed in idle idles, perched on shrines, built of diamonds and dirt/
Opened his mind, blowing pine under pine birch/
Amid the cold confines of gravity/
Grass grabbing my feet/
Live and laugh, until my last/
Cuz nothing lasts under the glass masking The Heavens, passed forever's lapse/
Time's a map, treasure present and past/
Track the X to where you'll find yourself, perfected at last/
Next to hieroglyphs, depicting pictures of knowledge and wisdom/
Chiseled with pencils of gold and silver, soon you'll know what you're built of/
Spirit and mental, both gifted with eternal extension/
Soul, limitless in dimension/
Go extend your dominion/
Pen a win against losses they all thought were written in stone/
The new me was calling shots, I had to give em' the phone/
I leave a message every time that a record get the tone/
In a different mode, switching airplanes and zip codes/
Can't keep running away from problems that are fast to arise/
Wasted time tryna be fly, realized it passing me by/
Saw that my life wouldn't change, unless I changed my life/
Dying to make it Phar before I see the other Cyde/
Realized that he was hurtin'/
Burden of being perfect too far in width to curve/
Soul off the grid, earth had em' searching for it in it's midst/
Through the mist, dreams thinned in girth/
Thickened his purpose/
Swerving through his mind a blind observant/
Curtain of time, merging divine turf with thine/
Immersed in idle idles, perched on shrines, built of diamonds and dirt/
Opened his mind, blowing pine under pine birch/
Amid the cold confines of gravity/
Grass grabbing my feet/
Live and laugh, until my last/
Cuz nothing lasts under the glass masking The Heavens, passed forever's lapse/
Time's a map, treasure present and past/
Track the X to where you'll find yourself, perfected at last/
Next to hieroglyphs, depicting pictures of knowledge and wisdom/
Chiseled with pencils of gold and silver, soon you'll know what you're built of/
Spirit and mental, both gifted with eternal extension/
Soul, limitless in dimension/
Go extend your dominion/
Pen a win against losses they all thought were written in stone/
The new me was calling shots, I had to give em' the phone/
I leave a message every time that a record get the tone/
In a different mode, switching airplanes and zip codes/
Can't keep running away from problems that are fast to arise/
Wasted time tryna be fly, realized it passing me by/
Saw that my life wouldn't change, unless I changed my life/
Dying to make it Phar before I see the other Cyde/
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