For as much as I travel, I still get nowhere.
Controversial substances and subjects seem no fair.
Far to many people upset that my sunset is hidden,
getting anger from my thoughts, but praise from whats written (2x)
I've landed, handed over equipment then disbanded.
I demanded a new boat cause my shipment gets stranded.
Nobody ever seems to understand it, I explain
what remains within my patterns of arrogance and shame.
Caverns unexplored, stalagtites that I write
that will smite any emcee who tries to reach my height.
Don't hide the fright, I can help you overcome it
and dump it in a pit so deep, can't see it from the summit.
No longer shall I creep around the darkness,
bright rays of affection gives protection to all the pain I'd harvest.
The sharpest tool even has its moments to be rusty.
Must be lies and decieval got you worried, you can trust me.
Luckily, Drako MC may throw sympathy,
but if you go against me, theres a tendency to mentally
hit physically. Like Carrie* with a scary vocabulary.
Have to bury the threat and forget you had it, barely.
Weary from the distance that I travel...
drag my feet as I count how many rocks are on the gravel.
And when I stop and rest for the sake of relaxing,
I'll be faxing my route to others to show the obstacles I'm passing.
For as much as I travel, I still get nowhere.
Controversial substances and subjects seem no fair.
Far to many people upset that my sunset is hidden,
getting anger from my thoughts, but praise from whats written (2x)
Commercials and controversial opinions are sacred.
It's my freedom to choose my path, and nobody can take it.
Im'a grab a blanket, my lyrics becoming cold like the windchill.
Been skilled at being pure for the fear of having sin built.
But wait, if theres a cure for insecure emotions,
then I hope I can cope until I figure out the potion
ingredience cause disobedience keeps switching the mainframe.
Perhaps its my convienience to be able to maintain
an unstable enviroment, the table holds blue prints.
Allowing me to spectate why I'm feeling impudence.
Let's wait till the best date can hold the less weight
so we'll pawn our way through it, capture it in checkmate.
I wish I could levitate, or at least wish to estimate
how far through the desert, till oasis lets me rest today.
I go places, but no faces show traces of energy.
"Drake McCready, for goodness sake, don't you remember me?"
Through jungles, through mountains, through the valley of death,
and through the suffering I'd take so you'd have an extra breath.
I would walk the distance so that you can have your needs.
And if I take the sentence, its so everyone would succeed.
For as much as I travel, I still get nowhere.
Controversial substances and subjects seem no fair.
Far to many people upset that my sunset is hidden,
getting anger from my thoughts, but praise from whats written (4x)