Chapter 4: Ember of Heaven

[Verse 1]
He has passion but only for the moment
Not committed to the long term atonement
His body is weak, he couldn’t last a week
A battle against his will he can’t stand on his feet
Yes he is passionate but worried of failure
He can’t stop thinking of faults and his failures
He has great ambition but it’s the wrong ambition
Selfish ambition his ears are not tuned to listen
Hard working but lazy, how ironic is that
His will doesn’t stop draining from the sewers of the rats
The hardcore streets, the hard tuned beats
He needs to let his stress out or else he’ll claim defeat
Worried of the future, but that is only natural
Worried that he won’t make it although he is artful
His talents aren’t enough his knowledge is damp
Uncertainty has caused him to drop and break his lamp
Would he rather choose to pertain his youth
Or standing on the stage that has no roof
He has the materials but he doesn’t know how to pursue it
The question of where do we go from here or just do it
He knows he’s captivated and motivated by the music
He’s got to lose himself within the music before he loses it
Burning from the fire and the heat of pressure
The chaser named Scorpio has a flame that can’t be measured