The Way

Some have said that I was given keys to the city of your dreams

I'm more content to walk outside the walls and catch a breeze

I'm more inclined to climb on by or ride internal seas

I'm more alive to vibe inside a mansion full of trees

I do this for a reason that they can't pretend to glean

I lose myself infused in something more than what they've seen

I'm not a slave to greed

I don't embrace your make believe

I've never been for sale no matter what they think I need

So let it be decreed

Let this music serve the deed

Let it spread like a disease

Let it spawn a noble seed

There's more than meets the eye

There's more than meets the price

If you can't see the sky there's too much artificial light

I can't predict my path, but they can't fully see my past

I'm running from the flash but heading straight inside the blast

A mountain full of ego built upon a heap of trash

Is exactly what you get when you can't fully do the math