When I drink, my mind tends to think on another level
Or is it just the fact that I tend to cover levels
Of Nahlidge, to keep you guessin` with no answer?
Or is it because a nigga gets brave enough to stand up?
And walk a little further, nervous, shakin` with my hands up
Or flyin` right above the runway... tryna land it
Handed a hand that handles life a little different
Puttin` my puzzle together, but notice pieces missin`
Livin` on a distant inch measurin` inches
Feathers and henchmen are often on the same lever as vision
So if it don`t make sense, then who am I to understand?
At bat, the waves knocked me off deck, I hope they underhand
A slow ball, toes crawl toward a seperate exit
Severin` sections of loneliness until I`m left with
A message of despair, so I stare until it`s clear
Like day, then I start findin` love in the things I fear
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