Verse 1: Nazeem
My mind is infinite
Universal penmanship
I'm that type of nigga sign my own birth certificate
I lived before a few times and I ain't sick of it
You probably did it too, these prophecies is coming true
Saw blood moon and some motherfucker lost they roof
They like who gon root for you? You so black and beautiful
And you never gave a fuck they like good luck do what you do
But my time is coming soon, I was rapping out the womb
I learned to wreck beats before I could use a spoon
True story, swear to god I ain't lying
I'm just high, I hit the fire 'till I feel it in my sinuses
Part time nihilist, but the slight of sight of light excites us
I'm pissed and defiant they got satellites and spyin' us
Fuck it though, let's get drunk and punch a Juggalo
And then it's time to roll excuse me while I smoke another bowl, yo yo yo
Chorus: Spencer Joles
Lay your head
On my side
Suppose we're grown
It's good to be alive
Tell 'em now
No better time
The fire's in the air
Let's share our life
Verse 2: Spencer Joles
My world is infinite with misfits in my syndicate, significant
Rolling through my city middle fingers to the hypocrites
I know I'm guilty too, but if you can't forgive me
Gimme time to find a wiser man that's smiling deep within me
Uncovered the purpose as if it was a fossil
Debacles, never debase the base of the model
That the progress proceed to profess the model
Nazeem and I took the music and made that shit the gospel
But still shit is hard considering conflictions
Addictions and head-asses that'll never listen
But seeing is believing see I'm leading with a vision
This that modern-soul shit that you been missing
I turn a written sixteen into an epiphany
I turn the voices in my head into a symphony
Try and find the empathy, that's in the sympathy
It's simply a movement of the realest shit that's meant to be
Chorus
Lay your head
On my side
Suppose we're grown
It's good to be alive
Tell 'em now
No better time
The fire's in the air
Let's share our life
Lyrics Submitted by Freddy Hercules