I turn nothing into something I'm on a higher consciencness I'm a flower that is budding your a coward with a consequence I'm on a higher learning. me and most are opposite I'm thankful for my life, with total given confidence I'm on a risky journey, Throw the snakes out to the wolves, and Ever since I changed my path My God is always full This world has split me in half taking its toll To the top I steady climb. theres a push but I always seem to pull Don't stop me in my tracks, cause I'm always Killin trolls No I cannot relax, because I always see the dead sea scrolls Motivated to the max with words that are never dull piercing through my tongue then deep into your skull I turn nothing into something I'm on a higher consciencness I'm a flower that is budding your a coward with a consequence I'm on a higher learning. me and most are opposite I'm thankful for my life, with total given confidence I'm thankful for the strife, I'm out here earning stripes sorry Tell the old me you knew Hi and then good bye Me I'm just a being constantly evolving Santa's Satan, Jesus Christ Yea Nope no clausing Pause when You see me Neil Armstrongin Off when my mind enters space beacause the moon is where I've made my pawprint Shadowed by the sun A Shadow keeper battled by some but still tackled every leader my words are like venom but they hit like ether Got em sour as a lemon but still sounding sweet like a freeze freeze froze inside the freezer I turn nothing into something I'm on a higher consciencness I'm a flower that is budding your a coward with a consequence I'm on a higher learning. me and most are opposite I'm thankful for my life, with total given confidence My vision and intuition is sickened because it's always clicking into others Most get bitten by the secrets of their lovers or the lies people speak that I always read and am sensing inside others. thats why when I'm seen most keep their eyes away or guarded with dark shades because they feel covered They got tricks, more like jokes I've got magic fastend deep inside my psyclopse baby my one eyed onyx stone pressed against my head circle tight around my finger closing my eyes and letting the one speak death