[Verse 1: The Verbal Surgeon]
It’s what I see, what I feel, what I live, what I breathe
what I speak peep the proper speech, rather unique
for me it’s very deep, at times I can’t always reach
within it to win it, but this is part of me
so how could I lose it
back on it again, back at abusing; awfully abusive
came to the conclusion, that I know myself best within this music
passion with a purpose my vision’s what I’m pursuing
more than often life will slow your movement
failure is inconclusive, the mind is top rank
I refuse to sink, blessed knowing it’s foolish to throw it away
never, this is forever cherished
when I blindly act careless, this is what helps repair it
time tells all, I’m working remaining patient puffing vapor
just touching thoughts to paper

[Hook: Inkorrect]
Days feel so long right now
I keep on falling down, but I rise
& no one knows
just what I’m talking ‘bout
maybe I’ve lost it now
I think I’m fine

[Verse 2: Inkorrect]
Everytime the world’s weighing me down
I smoke an eighth to the crown
won’t waste time waitin’ around
layin’ the groundwork; creating our sound
the foundation we’re shaping it now
a win never tasted so foul
“we gon’ make it” he said, staring in the face of denial
strange when you do meet reality how
that bitch will kill you with a casual smile
sit down for a while I’ve got a story to tell
& the more that I dwell memories fade it’s my personal hell
I ain’t always got a job, but oh well
love is something you can’t purchase or sell
forever chasing pavement & that’s word to Adele
still a rambling man; Duane Allman, no guitar and no band,
just me, a microphone, this hour glass full of sand,
until the day I’m choked out by the clocks hands

[Hook: Inkorrect]
Days feel so long right now
I keep on falling down, but I rise
& no one knows
just what I’m talking ‘bout
maybe I’ve lost it now
I think I’m fine