On an odd-is-He oddessy
I believe in my bravery
On the reach to [?]
Slit up my demons and angles
Thank God for keeping my secrecy
All I need is my aim
And I'm dedicated to keeping my focus
Reaching for my greatness as bad as it gets
I guess its a matter of broken pieces we puzzle
Or blurry pictures to canvas all the chaos
In the circle of half-vitals and these frail demi-Gods
In the gospel of great gossip
We consider this as valid?
This is more than a dream scape
More than collossal, a lot of it's also mean fatе
Challange us each day
'Cause know I'm not a victim of fiction
My condition is nеither based on a premise
Let me break away these pixels
Let me break away from danger
We rearranging the issues
Any bullets aimed to hit you with the demons they pray against you
Yeah, they at us all, at us all, they try to get us
But boy, I tell you, my people out here fed up
Yeah, I'm going for the
Glory, my legacy out here
I'm tryna change it all
For all the leaders indeed
I belead I came before
For all the progress and phrophecy
We could promise its obvious
We decide if this oddessy is our wake-up call
Our wake-up call
Our wake-up call
(Sax Solo)