[Verse One: Stanley Ipkuss]
When I'm close to touchin' fears, smoke & dust appears
In a cluttered sphere, & at the same time there's nothin' here
It must be somethin' weird that I don't get & comprehend
A delicate precedent treacherous in a swampy end
Awake round the time your lawns freeze up
Shaded by buildings, surrounded by concrete rugs
Instilled in a chillin' feelin' roll my long sleeves up
Dwindlin' on thrills adrenaline is all beat up
Touch, is pretty much the only thing I can rely on
Trippin' over city waste & empty cans of krylon
Skippin' at a pity pace with skimpy sacs to lie on
Sensin' that the city scape is invading the light dawn
Becoming bygones yet stuck in my head
Like the thoughts you only get late at night, tucked in your bed
Assumptions must've sunk-in in somethin' I read
In the mysterious abyss, of the nothing I tread
[Verse Two: Stanley Ipkuss]
I try to use these senses to point in the right direction
But I'm increasin' distance accordin' to my perception
Just a slight confession when I'm in a star gaze
Right up above, feelin' the rhythm of BART trains
Ingestin' lessons I'm just guessin' it's definite
Left in a section with reflections of messages
Kept in the present as a test to development
Closin' my eyelids in a state of embellishment
Listen, from the get-go I was called
So quiet I can hear the whispers echo off the walls
It made me clinch as I crept into a ball
Wonderin' why blunderin' has me left so appalled
I get my mind straight to adjust to the blind state
Trusted the lines traced & covered in fine taste
It must've sunk-in & dithered my head
'Cause the things I see in dark's what I remember instead