Lost a few rhymes on my old Dell, oh well Good thing the pen's not dried up like an old well No telling what the Teller will pen with some more spells No quelling my drive it requires no Shell Gas station, I'm past waiting for the old bell To ring I'm hungry and it's five minutes to dinner time, uh Feels like the win is mine if I shine in the mind No finish line, so I commit to mining diamonds in the time That I have It's a grab bag full of wonder Dash past silly habits to pull you under No space for blunders Clear the slumber out your eye and the zone of comfort Only so much time you can pump and that old blood works And I know I'm sick, no bloodwork is needed Or to be treated I'm seated in the seed of a fetus That believes it can scheme to achieve Riding the wings of a Phoenix In the deserts of Arizona My lyrical camera is loaded Words are the pictures, get a shot of my mind and soul and My body has been stolen by the Zeitgeist I moled in It's moulded my global role and which direction I roll in So how can I go for broke when the whole culture is broken Get the bolts and fix the spokes of the wheel our role models spoke in