I met a metaphorical girl in a metaphysical worldNow you got me day dreaming, sleeping in a curlHer name on my tongue, a fresh flavor, yupWhenever she popped up, put a swirl on my coneI used to rap like I had some marbles in my mouthBut the stones turned precious when they all came outOn a string of deep thought that could never be boughtBody rock don't stop, be bop to hip hopCold as ice so I stared as it thawed to the floor,What was left a shoestring budget on callThen these new styles came alongSome on to the next on some other hit, their own tripColors faded on airbrushed centerfolds, datedMake you feel old and jadedThe goal was to make it and we made it butWe didn't know how to keep itLike nice kicks. that wouldn't fitOnly way was to box it up and duct tape it upStore it underneath the bed and open it upOnce in a blue moon,Think about a cool endingTo a story that ended too soonGotta bring back the feelingI'll do anything not to be stuck on fiendingA pen can be sharper than a scalpel to a patientTo an open heart, it's a daily operationAfter six come seven and eightAccess code to the pearly gatesThey say heaven can waitAnd you speak of fateA finale to a play for my mateI see the angels draw the drapes over the earthscapeWhere the wine is the spirit of grapesGotta finish what we started, so I cut the tapeAs our records will stay on rotateYou say a circle is a flawless shapeEvery part equi-distance from the centerOn the arc without a start or a finishA line on a loop carries weightA freight train runs unabatedViews vanish from my point vantage,Passages come in and outThe way I recall your anticsStill alive cause I said itA life of its own unless we dead itTill they see our name in creditsA labor of love you mean slaverySurely, it's been quite savoryCrepe on the balcony, verbal alchemyPure magic when she touches meI read that love is kind but it's also blind of any styleYou profess, would you be my guestHappiness is a hot potato that you can't possess for longJust pass it on like a songAnd I might look calm and collected at a glanceBut I taste the void when I'm not connectedTo the world kinetic, as opposed to staticI'd hands a workshop of a digital addict (a modern-day addict)On a hot streak for inspiration is key to feed The mind in need of stimulationElevator music to the space stationPenthouse of stars a-blazingAfter six come seven and eightAccess code to the pearly gatesThey say heaven can waitAnd you speak of fateA finale to a play for my mateI see the angels draw the drape over the earthscapeWhere the wine is the spirit of grapesGotta finish what we started, so I cut the tapeAs our records will stay on rotate