St. Joan of Arc

Houdini knew how he did it
Positioned in a red queens race
Living in a cyclical season
Only way he knew how to pace
Reality can be what I wanted
I'm pushing daisies up in your place
I'm an artist that won't be haunted
By a bunch a bills with dead men's face
Thoughts coherent when I'm determined
To challenge a bitch that latches on
To philosophy like it's a curtain
Heart attack prove them wrong
I'm invested in a lack of a future
Can't be guided to where I'm going
Never want to fit in the picture
That's why you'll never get a photo
Bitches think I'm speaking in riddles
Really think you can't keep up
Schizophrenic gnosis aside
I know that I'm clairvoyant
Spent some time chained to a tree
Melquiades wrote it all in a book
Tried to tell the homies
And instead got all Joseph't up
All I want is the bigger picture
Bigger piece of the pie if you will
Not trynna get any bigger
But I've got to show you what's really ill
Anyone thinks they empowered me
Go ahead and think again
Put myself - on myself
And I'd go an do it again