Air Tycoon - The End lyrics

[Verse 1: AYEKAY] You say you do what you do, but you always tryna fit that f**ing picture You can't put a frame round me, a mere soul inside of a molecular figure Im realer than your average, I don't care if you the baddest b**h On this earth, cause since birth, they kicked dirt on me, but it never really transmit (BRRRRAT) f** your life, f** your grind This is my time, watch me shine, this is my time, watch me climb To the highest heights, top of Kilimanjaro Dark knight feeling, might not see tomorrow As I come in grips with my pain and sorrow I grip it even harder then uncork the bottle (UNGH) Uncork that sh**, surprised I could even afford that sh** I burn my money and then put it in a grave, the same money I was gonna pay the morgage with [Verse 2: AYEKAY] Church! Credits to the most high Grippin the mic, when he be grippin it tight And he be spittin it right, and he, never wanna let it go So he just, put it so high on a pedestal Any single day his breathe taken away Ministers say that he need God, that he should pray Administer confusion inside of his brain Refusing to admit, what really causes him pain Is the disdain for his father getting taken away By the same guy in the sky who they encourage him to pray to So he label the dark robes as enemies Only stay faithful to his own identity Renegade, you been afraid, im an entity Not a commodity to be held irresponsibly By a deity, who mean, nothing to me, see So I wanna see, everybody wanna see, so open your eyes and be Start to exist Tell em, AYEKAY said it, son of a b**h [Bridge: AYEKAY] Rolling and rolling and we.. (x4) [Verse 3: AYEKAY] Ponder on life while im smoking tha shiva About existence, and where it would leave us Cause if I die today will I hit the gates of heaven Or burn in the flames of eternal pain? Or maybe neither, purgatory all up in your speaker Preachers talking real loud but do they ever hear ya? Could a miracle be embodied any clearer In the mirror, as life grows nearer And I only pray hard when it's hardest to pray So ima pray till the end of my begotten day Till I cross the intersect, protect my family Cause I'mma lay inside a casket one day and get Blown away by the gust and the wind Only to be revived by the holiest of hymns And it is him, who is embodiment of sin Stemming from the questions eating away within His child like tendencies in evils whim It pierce into his soul, it was meant to be him He was meant for this life, built for the grind and pain Everything inside of his mind that he got to say Anoint the point of his pen in the light of day Submerge himself inside of the beats which he lay Down his darkest thoughts, corridors of his cerebral Juxtaposed between thoughts of good and evil