Do you, Lack the traction
Are you, ready for action
What are your tactics, Do you got skill
Are you doing the math kid, Prepared for the kill
It’s a sticky situation Leaving seasoned pros gasping
Outclassed at last by an outcast assassin
You bound to get your ass kicked
By a one legged bastard
It wasn’t me, I was sipping
Tea with the master
Take one step through the looking glass
Journey called life, what are you asking
The answer is greatness no point in mistaken
Time for the taking, making opportunities
Cuz the mind is awakened
Now is the moment any other is wasted
you got the recipe but can you make this

Swing back, trust that feeling
You know it's sand,
you know it's weak and
there's no strength in that foundation
Swing back, trust that feeling

Fatter stacks
Meant madder cats
When I walk in the room
Fearful scatter back cut the chatter fast
Patiently waiting like an adder in the grass
Blatantly cautious cuz when I rock I shatter glass
Overwhelmed cannot grasp because it happens fast
From now into the past so how can I get past
The cards that I was passed
The questions that we’re always asked
The test is were tasked with the hard truths
That you gotta choose
It’s one or the other some you gotta lose
Right now I’m coming through
So what you gonna do because I’m asking who
You gonna be when it do what it do
Because life’s a wrecking crew
Break apart what you knew
Creating something new
The weight a burden too meditate on what to do
You might know the 1 but you’ll never guess the 2

Swing back, trust that feeling
You know it's sand,
you know it's weak and
there's no strength in that foundation
Swing back, trust that feeling

I look Into the dirty mirror made by the moment,
Questioning my choice and my grit to own it
The image in the glass is not my opponent
Read between the lines because i stand wide open
Like light I am known to refract, reflect
Attract, reject
contact, perfect
Now what did you expect?
I’ll tell you why I’m asking cuz
Death the masked man is lying fast and his shadow’s cast
With a well timed last hand
This investigation bring your own Hazmat pack your own gas mask
Drift out to sea keep sight of the mainland
Get lost in the wasteland end up with a crashed ship
Stuck in a cycle thinking that I had grasped this Time to transform like Ali from Cassius
From sand to glass, because the heat of the choice takes place in a synapse

Trust that feeling (repeat)