The Well

Tryna keep my image like photography
Terabyte drive, I ain’t clearing no apologies
Awake when I ain’t gotta be
Product of the city where the culture is commodity
Quantity is limited, the vultures skimp on quality
Prodigy with modesty—you know that I be probably
Not
But I’m one of those traits, flip the coin for the toss
Then I stuffed it in my pocket, I ain’t making no losses
The dog don’t bite the arm of the person that pauses
Cat with no curiosities gon’ stay in they boxes
Sometimes it be the view that be holding us hostage
Run the diagnostic—are you allotted a cone?
Frogs in the well see the moon as they own
Sudden realization when a crow dropped a stone
Sitting in a cell while they act like it’s a throne
All your greatest fears stem from dying alone
'Cause you really own nothing but the weight of your soul
But you don’t really feel it till you rot into bones