I was thought to be a prodigy in junior high
In between the odyssey and blue-ish eyes
It was taught to me we oughta see all that you could try
But putting feathers on and “I think I cans” doesn't mean you could fly
It's suicide
Splat
But who decides that
“The laws of physics, some things are off our limits,”
Said the awful cynics
Who never knew me, because me, I've flown wingless
And made myself royalty in a city that's kingless

Without divine blood or thinking I’m god or magic
You just have to find love to drink ‘till it’s gone, and that’s it

The white Canadian Jewish gay rapper
Who tore down doors for those that came after
Off my “We Are Not The Shame” banter
The same chatter yields the same results
Don't blame Last year
Change your skull
And tame the fall
It’s time we became adults

How come your outcome isn't coming out on top
When your outlook looks out for getting what you want to cop
You’re copping out, forgetting what you got to give
What you got to give then
It all or it all up
It's your pot to piss in
Glisten

Diamonds for gold
Golden for black
Try not to hold
What's holding you back
Crystals of rain
Broken to glass
You can’t explain
With no one to ask

Billions of lungs share the breathing
Of the air this evening
Too brilliant and young to bare the grieving
Of scared believing
How dare you not dare what you dare perceiving
Whether you’re aware or sleeping
The city that never sleeps is there and dreaming

All you got's the night life
And the song till the groove’s gone
If you don’t get your life right
By an age you’ll have to move on

Here’s a coupon for the death of youth
Trade in what you dreamt you’d do
What you were best at too
‘Till there’s nothing left of you
and you accept that truth
Take your goals and set ‘em loose
A career’s not a step too soon
When growing up presents this doom then consumes
You can attempt to shoot or rest and lose
But it’s a test to prove
How bad you fucking want it from your head to shoes

How come your outcome isn't coming out on top
When your outlook looks out for getting what you want to cop
You’re copping out, forgetting you’ve got all it takes,
all it takes is taking it
The planets not round, it’s anything you shape of it.