Lyrics
Tonight is long enough for us to dream twice
Tonight offers ample time for us to dream twice
But I ain't catching no Z's, sing while I swing dice
I'm not sleeping, instead, I'm singing while taking chances with dice
There is a bet in every minute
Every minute holds a wager or risk
This is what I sound like winning...
These lyrics represent the sound of my victory
This is the Road between me and myself
Describes the journey between my present self and my inner self
Driving blindfolded down the highway of my hell
I'm navigating through my personal hell without clear direction
Standing on my own two, and I know my shit stank
Recognizing my flaws and faults
Part of me everywhere, everywhere the kid paints
My essence is scattered everywhere, reflecting the artistry of a young person
Hear me like a mural that be calling out your nickname
My presence is vivid and familiar, calling out to you like a painted mural
Never had no reason, like we grown in the first place
Life didn't provide a clear purpose from the beginning
Even though I'm still blind, I can just feel mine
Despite my blindness to some things, I sense what's truly mine
The ladder gone grow and I'm tired, but I still climb
My potential for growth is exhausting, yet I continue to climb
Poet and a prisoner, watch us both feel time
As both a poet and a prisoner, we both experience time's passage
Hear the hollow in my headphones wake me up
Music in my headphones jolts me awake
Start the search for mine, and a sky that will pick me up
Starting a quest for self-discovery and a place that will uplift me
My name's Fire, I am a friend of Dust
Introducing myself as Fire, a friend of Dust
I am tying all the ends that touch
I'm connecting and resolving various aspects of life
Now get down with it
Encouraging involvement in this journey
You and I are same, but I belong here
We share similarities, but I have a place here
Sense's turn to sleep, now I'm lost in the chair
My senses are dulled, and I feel disoriented
And I don't want to search, I just want to find
Prefer finding over searching for answers
And I don't want to work, I should've chose the life of crime
Expressing a wish for an easier life, regretting choices
Villain on his own grind, living in a goldmine
Identifying as a villain working hard in a valuable situation
Damn, this a good world, studio is all mine
Feeling content in my creative space
Now, I see where I sit is the throne
Realizing my position as a leader or influential figure
From the shit from up which we've grown
Recognizing growth from difficult situations
I am built for the worth we're owed
I am prepared for the value or respect I deserve
To the dirt where the earthly go
From humble beginnings to where we've progressed
Ain't no earthly soul
No one from this earthly realm understands
Now, I see where I sit is the throne
Reaffirmation of sitting in a powerful position
From the shit from up which we've grown
Reflecting on growth from difficult origins
I am built for the worth we're owed
Asserting readiness for the respect or value owed
To the dirt where the earthly go
Referencing the eventual return to the earth
Ain't no earthly soul
No one from this earthly realm understands
Or maybe I'm tripping, I don't really know
Expressing uncertainty or doubt
Maybe I'm slipping, blood up in my bones
Suggesting a possible decline or loss of control
The marrow of my mission, not bundles of dough
The essence of my purpose isn't material wealth but freedom
But breaking out of prison, this prison of my own
Escaping the confines of my own limitations
This is the Road between me and myself
Describes the ongoing journey between my present and inner self
Streaked in a gold with a glow that will make your eyes melt
Symbolic description of a dazzling path of self-discovery
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