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Fact of the matter is, I was a kid.
Not even a thought, no trying, I just did.
Rose upon a concrete, they wilt and die
Not like Icarus, my wings are fly
Now, I can't say I blame myself, I was a
young kid, God forbid.
And those that spit on me? I spit right back.
And the fires that spew, the flames they lack.
I was destined. The speakable truth.
I walked upon the pearly gates waiting for my blessing.
And the prowess bestowed upon me I profess?
Ain't an accident--just the truth that I'm addressing.
'Cause, truthfully, I am my own Mozart.
I dwell on the virtuoso plane of existence.
Or so I thought, what stood so tall,
it all came crashing, yeah, I was made to fall.
Fair to say...
They say the hit before the fall ain't what kills ya.
What's to say?
Know your place, your grave, your haven, forsaken.
Fair to say...
They say the hit before the fall wakes the soul up.
What's to say?
Let me tell you.
Fact of the matter is, there is no fact.
I talk a lot of truth, but say no prayer.
But, what's the meaning, the purpose, the way, and the life?
I can't help but look back, just to juxtapose.
'Cause what I saw back then, I don't see now.
What I did then, I can't do now.
Rose upon a concrete, ripped before I blossom.
Then the question is, was I ever meant to be?
Prophecy, destiny, fate--sealed.
You took it all away, renounced and concealed.
How dare you take away what was promised to me?
You close the gates, so it came to be.
I deceived myself, I have to confess.
I'm my own Salieri, but I digress.
To conjure the grandeur that I'll never see...
'Cause where I've been, I'll never be.
Fair to say...
They say the hit before the fall ain't what kills ya.
What's to say?
Know your place, your grave, your haven, forsaken.
Find your way...
I'll breathe a little fire, walk the ice--I can take it.
Will you pray?
Nothing more to say.
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