Y'all climb, I'll take the shuttle upThis rocket's towards the nebulaOn board with the prophets and the messengersWithdrawn from the conscious of the regularsI'm just an agoraphobic space cadet that hasn't had his head checked, that rides around in a space-mobile, saying “Ya haven't heard my best yet”And until I find my place of rest, I'm an insomniac with conscious rapIt's common factsAsk around, don't go Google who got the promise back‘cause only the streets gonna tell you the real about the psychosis of the compulsive locomotive poetThe force explosive and claustrophobic astronaut that used to rock a flat topStar track from Tibet, Nassau Project magna-botHead like a gigantic radio, back more knobs than a military watchFrom the martians to Earth, I was a gift, I arrived in a glass box then ran into the jungle like a SasquatchWhen it came to blackness, Africa is my mascotBut really, this album is a reflection of things we take lightHow to make it right, like I hope you had a good night rest or have a safe flightBalloons at the delivery roomOr that feeling you get when someone says I'll be there soonIn my life, you're the most importantI love you, or you're simply gorgeousOr they just say, “Just stay” or just “Have a nice day”So I'm off of this tin canCompanies endorse me to wear their brandLooking through the window at the waving handsThey're from the gods and millions of fans
