King Booker

I feel like Peter surrounded by roosters
Trapped in a ruthless loop of self improvement
Rooted in the illusion I can do this
Bowing to the golden calf of music
Pursuing what I've been suited in
Ain't even know it
Claim the heroics
Made in the image of Him but can't even quote Him
I'm hopeless, a locust
Why I even record this?
Chasing dimes in penny loafers
I'm a loiter
In need of a lawyer
Only loyal to the moment
Wrapped in a trash bag of self importance
I'm a stoner
Ain't into weed
More into me
I'm a stoner
Aim at anything adjace to my dreams
& that's selfish
Used to go shopping to dress my skeletons
Trying to make a dollar out of 7 cents
Swore I had a 7th sense
My perspective was a prison
The illusion of time
I'd tell Heaven "in a minute"
I'm religious...for instance
I'm made in the image of God but my god was my image
I'm must see, bow to my name, trust me
But the older I get, I'm convinced I know nothing
All my boys are eloping & I'm a loner
But when you're at lowest, you notice what's most important
So I'm leaning on the scriptures
Scheming & resisting
Sometimes you gotta go to war & scream at the whispers
Telling me of my felonies
Not helping me settle things
Thomas with the promise
Let em see what the wrestling brings
Life before me
I wonder what's next for me
All I have is a yes
& a peace let it be