Altitude

They say a man is immature until his son is in his hands

And his fields start to die, no sun upon his land

You could stand under the cloud and never understand

There's a big man crying, he never learned to laugh

When I die I'm gonna sit up in my casket

Hug my family like it's the last time I'll have it

You know I'm trying not to take this gratitude for granted

I know I got a heart that could be harder than some granite

This graphite in the hand it's getting drastic, crafting

Something that if you didn't know what I could do you'd call it magic

My blood is lavender, they call me a romantic

As hopeless as I am, love paralysed

Stranded in this quicksand you call a place to camp in

My homies smoking weed beside a fireplace inside a log cabin

I guess that's all you can get as a marionette

I'm high strung all over which juggling act I gotta follow next

You don't believe me but I cease up when the breezes

From the coast touch up over 30,000 in coach

Little nemo when the clock strikes twelve upon the bedpost

Fly as icarus so in my memory they press the wax to 12" so they can drop it

So ironic like my generation representing city populace

Raise the roof or point to me I stay on top of this

I'm 40,000 leagues under, stuck in the sarcophagus

Coughing ominous articles under waterfalls

Prisms caught my eye, it was love at first optical

Bottomless homages to life, these people die for it

But I'mma hit on all these bitches in the sky for it

Sharper than a sliver of light in a broken soul

They cut into my skin like faces on a totem pole

I swear to God I saw my dead friends in the sand dunes

The faces blew away in the wind, I knew they had to

It's called never giving up

When all the pieces in the background are crumbling to dust

My clock is mumbling the months

While the earth's blood boils up under the crust

I'm losing altitude

You're losing trust because they count on you

Everybody wants to be the alpha dude...