Tick-tick-tick... trick-trick-trick...

Stomach spinning left, moon chasing sun,

I broke away to breathe again — found grace through flame.

Nothing given. All burned earned.

A dream I couldn’t replicate... only live through.

They said “keep it up, son — you’ll inherit the land.”

But smoke can’t hold gold, and gold can’t cage the divine.

I was born into script — lie on repeat,

bloodlines coded deep in deceit,

wealth ain’t money, it’s souls on a leash,

actors in masks rehearsing belief.

Ego on loop, illusion on beat,

tick tick tick, that hypnotic deceit,

I watched the clock melt into flesh,

time spell spinning left, no rest.

Burn through. Break free.

Grace found in the heat — that’s me.

Tick tick tick — eternity.

Trick trick trick — they sleep, we see.

I seen the towers made of pride,

flexin’ lawsuits, duck-you-money highs,

hollow souls in the mirror’s disguise,

all the crowns just smoke in the sky.

I spin with the rhythm — left hand calm,

moonlight pulse, right hand bomb.

Sun chasin’ through my palm —

I found the still in the storm,

I spell my time — I don’t conform.

Breathe to the divine — inhale the flame,

exhale the shame,

every scar is a star in my name.

You can’t fake the real heat —

that’s creation reclaim.

Tick-tick-tick... trick-trick-trick...

We all respawn... infinite.

The dream don’t end — it transcends.

I found grace again.