[Verse 1: Numatik]
Riddle me this, riddle me that
Similar view, counting my stars, till I collapse
I count bars, not of a prison cell
Well, well, have you ever seen a Killer Whale?
Yeah, have you ever seen a lifted veil?
I’ma show off what He shown me, till He shows up!
And when He come, I’ma tell of what He done
I’ma speak of one Son, who among us run
I’ma be your King Kong, till the kingdom come!
When it do, I’ma choose, to sing verse and song
I’ma—Portland native, and I’ma run strong!
I’ma rubber band boy, with a heart of gold rum!
Pa ra pa pum pum, I’ma bang my drum
Give the finest gift, fit for a King so young…
And when you come back, we’ll be smiling
Haven’t seen you run so fast in a while and…

[Hook]
Goodbye to my old style thinking (ayo)
Speeding past, hostility on my way up
I don’t care ‘bout the money
Or them five-star lobbies
Gravity can’t hold me down—
Say hi, to a newfound image (ayo)
Keep intact, for the last act, turned the tables
I don’t care for a life full o’ stress
Like a knife to the chest
I won’t—back down—

[Verse 2: sammyK]
It feels like banging her head up against a wall
It's war, and the battle goes on, it won't resolve
She knows, following orders she can't ignore
Buying time to heal the wounds too late to prevent the scars
Have to tell herself daily that she's okay
Nobody seeing the bruises underneath, try to take the blame
Using all excuses, reduces confusion
Avoids the conclusion keeps the pain from intrusion
And by and by the life abuses made from what she chooses
Loses meaning and the music playing doesn't seem so useless
Her energy is spent up, so sick of being stuck
In what's become her own hell of a life
She's come to succumb, she's done
No more lying to the mind, gonna’ respect herself tonight
Gravity can't hold her down
With pride, she turns to walk out the door, her time to shine
Her life, not his, but his, it is, her life, to live!

[Verse 3: Numatik]
In everything that I do, from everything that I think, and say
In every picture played, and mulled over, soon to pull over
Catch me on my greezy, even pull orders!
Boy, I’m doing the best that I can, a mess of a man
A soft wind caressing your skin! Blessing the fam!
Find me holding onto peers, until He appears!
Never to let go, my grip on the pistol, my wrist slows…
Cupid got me in a chokehold, or is it God with the bow and arrow?
I’ma walk down the straight and narrow…
‘til I find what I’m looking for—
Took my white towel, thrown it down for now…
If you do you, and I do me, if I do truth
And you choose me, we will most likely…
Stack pedigree, better than this—
I pave a road for us to follow, with a flick of a wrist!