Bunch of thoughts at the forefront of my brain
Plummeted like the falling of the rain
A colloquy with my spirit, so my mind gets the gain
I burgeon the moment, knowing I'll still do it again
I'm talking to my self, now don't think I'm insane
It's a feeling that can't be given a name
Or a persona, just so you can see we're not the same
So I remain mysterious like I don't know how to play the game
But I'm belligerent, I got that attitude of a lion
I'm not conceited, the laudatory is for the king of Zion
And as the sun was peeking over the horizon
I try to forget, just so I...