Look at You

If you met you from the past would you like you now Would you like your style Would you like your life Livin' up in hypotheticals Hypothetically I'm me from the past on the move Future, it's not here might never be Life enemy Be here now please Drool at the screens that bought you Pool up the blood on your knees Who taught you Spiraled addiction, addicted to confidence Juicing the fruit of your mind Finding common sense Commonly known as a timely prediction Summon the god... contradictions Casting away while you're watching me Watching you Digital Death, Digital Molecules Chipping away at the daylight Photons looking inside of you insight If you met a future you Would you shake your hand Would you understand All things change All things twist rearrange All things shift in your brain We are all static Don't be dogmatic Flickers of time Sometimes erratic Sometimes calm Sometimes straight dropping bombs Sometimes cry in the palms Sometimes rough Psyched out burned and tough Questioning if you're enough You are enough and I'm telling you This is not easy Gotta be strong You gotta believe me Sometimes we are a mess Feeling the stress And feeling depressed The weight on our chest As we question our common sense Sleepless nights pretense If you look right at you You will see the truth See the now See your style See how you really fucking live Not what you did Not where you're going But where you're at Truth on that You could be the one to find a new format You could be the one to elevate your crew But you gotta be the one to look at you Volatile Gone God to vile Gone good to bad Gone bad to good You do not write the book You're merely a bookmark Looking for trademarks Fiction Till you complete some goals Finding the people to play the rolls Are you the person you thought you were Or maybe a plot device occurred Taboo script Sometimes your bullets are flying straight from the hip As you empty the clip in your story Guns and glory Allegories Fall off the cliff notes What was the concept Rewrite the timeline Yes there is time left Rough draft First last Past present Slow fast Don't get lost in the thing that you want to be You can disagree with your mind Sometimes you've got to redesign The way you're thinking Obstacles, ego and pride You've got to decide Is it worth it, erase yourself Redefine yourself Refine yourself 3 Point point up to the wealth You You are not you But the rippled existence of all that you knew And all that you know Flickering static The pages are turning it's feeling dramatic A play Day by day You set the stage and you walk away You're pulling the curtain Lights go on You're up on the stage And the script is gone