Verse 1:

I can't be convinced. I get lost in the pages and for a moment I kiss a star without igniting. There's nothing better or more exciting especially when it pours out of me in a flash of light. It burns atop the lines of conditioning engraving the colors of my mind. The translation of chemical signals resting atop the spine. Rap the dive, open a mind and hit the road to find another. On a mission to explore and discover a new path. This style is free, this style is me. This style's a journey to the sea to wash myself of all conformity. All I know how to do is cope with the facts. I search the surface for answers. I can't relax. Everyone's god is alive. Everyone's god is inside. Let me write one and take you for a ride. The old me has died and the new and improved me has arrived. Believe it or not you decide.


Hook:

Me? I am what I am.
A man with a plan
in search for the life
made for me especially.
This life (8x)

Me? I am what I am.
A man with a plan
in search for the life
made for me especially.
This life (8x)


Verse 2:

Doesn't it feel like something's missing? I can't quite put my finger on it. I can hear it if I listen. I tend to believe there's something bigger than the me. Something conscious of itself. Something free connected to me universally. I mean like I'm a part of it all. Like I hear my name being called. Like in my dream I free fall almost hitting ground, but death stalls. When I can't get through it breaks walls. I'm living one second at a time, but never count. Sometimes I want to call it off when problems start to mount. Sometimes I want to give in when it shouts there's alternate routes. A new day is only hours away melting my doubts. This is inspiration, this is revelation! No more hesitation, no more aggravation. This is when I make friends with them through the connection of the paper with this pen. C'mon ya'll let's make it blend.


Hook:

Me? I am what I am.
A man with a plan
in search for the life
made for me especially.
This life (8x)

Me? I am what I am.
A man with a plan
in search for the life
made for me especially.
This life (8x)


Verse 3:

I am a pacifist, but you should fear my wrath. My pencil cuts through monotony to form a path. Writing out of history the devils laugh. Never having to look back once. When I was young I wore the cap of a dunce. Now the spirit of a soul genius runs through my blood. I have not lost but gained an inspiration, gained an invitation to drink from the water hole. Sharing with the rest of the cosmos and universe as a whole and from there I draw a message on the wall. Something that says something to us all. Something never planned. Something came about when we jammed. It was inconceivable and unmanned. Like vesstles we transported the goods. NO SCAM!. The gospel aint the bible. It's getting through to your rivals and now we're building. Now we're persuing it more. We know where it's stored. Never again will it be ignored. Never again!


Hook:

Me? I am what I am.
A man with a plan
in search for the life
made for me especially.
This life (8x)

Me? I am what I am.
A man with a plan
in search for the life
made for me especially.
This life (8x)