[Verse 1: MD] Doing metaphysics with Metta World Peace In Buddhist meditation, I'm not a medic; MD is not a doctor My therapeutic music giving listeners a Detox And when I spit, my verbiage coinciding with the beat rock Sometimes I sit and question everything To cover our existence in a game I know I'll never win I mean, you never know if you don't ask, right? I must've been a great philosopher in my past life At 16, thought I was balling with my racks light My trigger finger itching but I never got the blast right Sat and thought about the world in my asylum Till I hopped up out the boxes, and my lyrics got inside 'em I used to write about the presence of our presidents And how the government is putting poison in the medicine But on the surface, I was stupid for the hell of it And now I got a tape; and we know rapping's what the premise is [Hook: Zen & MD] They say I'm complex, like a magazine Walking through a world, we don't really know anything [x3] ... they say I'm complex, like a magazine I made it for the crazy kids just like me! [Verse 2: MD] Perfect timing... for an existential crisis Young man on the road to "figure out what life is" My destination got a tiny population Feeling spaced out in midst of reading consolations Tryna have enlightened conversations With my momma... she may a**ume that my adopted father Dalai Lama But that ain't the case; I simply wanna gain some knowledge My d**h is coming; reason why I gotta Uh, in the words of many: I've got enough on my mind, and I ain't got enough time To put it all in a rhyme I said enough on my mind and I ain't got enough time to put it all in a rhyme Don't get me wrong, this ain't my everyday mindset Just a rapper, there ain't many of my kind yet I'm complex, going off when I'm on kid And I'mma tell you what I'm like, like Nas did [Hook] [Verse 3: MD] I draw a ton from inspirations But used to keep perspective all inside like insulation Dropping sh** profound, and then I cut like lacerations Putting all the blame on my twisted imagination MD was Clark Kent... undercover like a married couple Cause I'm the rapper type that didn't wanna carry trouble My appetite is different from the scary hustle Ain't k** nobody 'less we on the mic; my streak is double My brain's a puzzle on and off the beat I ain't piece the sh** together myself... yet But this enigma on a mission tryna figure out the riddle How we all some freaking walking contradictions I'm dropping music... as an outlet... to keep me sane I hope my audience feeling all the sh** I'm saying I hope the crazy kids'll love the sh** on Broken Frame I know for certain when it hits, you ain't gon' feel a pain-- complex