Lost Kite Theory

[Verse: 1]
There’s more than one way to kill a doctor
This night proves that there’s no time for stopping
An unadapted quick wit nature for survival
The quite beckoned essence for the presence of a riot, try it
Cold hands on the grip of your tomorrow
Sorrow in the hands of the soul that you borrow
Sitting in the back of dim room, waiting as your mind flume, makes you cave in just to follow
But I’m a meek one really
Watcher of the night, living heel of Achilles
Broken so bad I can never break even
But the time in between is the time worth living
At least it feels that way when I’m inside
The insight got me gliding like a lost kite
Emphasis on lost
Exiting the laws I don’t care what it cost

[Chorus]
Cuz I don’t think the time that we put in is really showing
The lights burn out as soon as we pull and start the show it’s
Amazing that our lives can fall and never ever fall through
The lights burns out as soon as we pull up and start the show

[Verse: 2 (SB the Moor)]
Frightening, I get a grip keep tightening
So I fuck it up, like lightning
Quick like Mohammad prophesize with my fists
And each letter got like twenty-five lists, and I keep them close
Read them every night for a nightly dose
Bronze sword in hand keep it tight lipped
Called me SB the clam
Or SB the damned, doomed for the world
Sands in my wounds alchemize into pearls
Pied Piper leading all the boys and girls
Cul de sac doing laps, playing on my pan flute
Curly headed kids might be forced to understand soon
So I got to break it even, gotta break it nice
Got to tell I’m leaving
And you know I’m never sleezin’ cuz it’s me, it’s SB