It's Sage and I'm back here to wage an attack and then after engaging it blazing the track like I'm Usain wasting this rap badder than taking it straight through the back gate to the trash or insane as a rat in a Jason mask chasing a cat after escaping his maze and then grabbing a straight razor, a mac-11, grenades and enacting his rampage on its asinine face 'til it's ash every page an assassin and every phrase a disaster when I take you to task but some days I just ask myself hey should I pass cuz this place that I'm at just taking aim and then blasting some amazing and faster-paced phrasing and sass it just ain't what it acts like it is mayn cuz it's actually a pain in the esophegus saying this crap capable at it, able to rap like a great but too jacked up and aimless to act to enable the change that I'm after I guess what I'm saying is that bruh (chorus) I'm gonna be the breeze blowing through the trees that night that you *had* to stay up I'ma be the dream that you never wanted to end but then forget about the minute you wake up I'ma be the best I'ma be a regret I'll be what is left of the world you thought you were meant for I'll be what I endure as long as I can toward all that is important whatever I'm in for, I'll do all I can I'ma be the sickest rapper you'll never see on your TV breezing over these beats so easy you'd think it would be the opposite of that but nah, cuz it in fact is complicated dog packing all this weight up on my back then tryna take and haul all it all the way with naught but barely a soul to share the load with I've carried this whole frickin precarious load knowing I barely can hold it so very devoted, but so very wary preparing to bury the whole kit n kaboodle cuz I get in the mood to write a bit and to utilize what I can spit to get through to whoever's listening dude but I can't do it and it's brutal cuz the truth of it's all I can do then is sit and just doodle on the walls of this pit and it's due to the fact that I'm trapped in between two worlds that practically actively avoid having even to interact I'm half in my mind, half out of it man how did it happen (chorus) I love everyone listening know that y'all are the main reason I keep fighting and throwing all of the pain into writing and I don't just only want to complain so I try to figure a way to keep you all entertained but it's like I'm in a maze, tryna solve it in vain cuz I'm spiraling 'til I decide to call it a day, thinking why would anyone want to hear what I have to say what have I to give, that I haven't already relayed? I done tried it in the past, articulating what I'm frustrated with but dangit in every way that I've ever angled it mayn I just end up mangling it making myself sound like frickin nerd who'd want Sage in his song trying to relay what in his brain is going wrong with the world everyone talking in circles, unable to communicate when like frickin 80 percent of hate that stays getting sprayed daily could be eliminated but we’re speaking in different languages and languishing because of it like debating arithmetic, it makes no sense but if nobody knows math, then nobody notices that and so it goes back and forth people acting more like if you speak, and they think you disagree then it's a freakin act of war it's verbal crap galore and at the source of it a simple lack of formed ability to think critically and so that's the problem I want to try to solve, y'all but wait back up what in the dad-gum world was that, bruh what kind of cracked up rapper would ramble on that, huh? so then it's back to the drawing board cuz I don't got a whole lot of motivation in knowing I know not where I'm going but don't want y'all thinking that I've thrown in the towel when no, I'm holding that hoe bro, and I'm down, but
