Rocket to Nebula

Y’all climb, I’ll take the shuttle up

This rocket’s towards the nebula

On board with the prophets and the messengers

Withdrawn from the conscious of the regulars

I’m just an agoraphobic space cadet that hasn’t had his head checked, that rides around in a space-mobile, saying “Ya haven’t heard my best yet”

And until I find my place of rest, I’m an insomniac with conscious rap

It’s common facts

Ask around, don’t go Google who got the promise back

‘cause only the streets gonna tell you the real about the psychosis of the compulsive locomotive poet

The force explosive and claustrophobic astronaut that used to rock a flat top

Star track from Tibet, Nassau Project magna-bot

Head like a gigantic radio, back more knobs than a military watch

From the martians to Earth, I was a gift, I arrived in a glass box then ran into the jungle like a Sasquatch

When it came to blackness, Africa is my mascot

But really, this album is a reflection of things we take light

How to make it right, like I hope you had a good night rest or have a safe flight

Balloons at the delivery room

Or that feeling you get when someone says I’ll be there soon

In my life, you’re the most important

I love you, or you’re simply gorgeous

Or they just say, “Just stay” or just “Have a nice day”

So I’m off of this tin can

Companies endorse me to wear their brand

Looking through the window at the waving hands

They’re from the gods and millions of fans