slug:nwhere those two walls and that ceiling meet,nwhere you'll be peeling me from when the dreams become abilities.nthe trilogy of growth, i'm at the second level,nwhere every word is special and i'm lost inside the echoes.nand when it settles, i touch that third stage.ni shut these mental shackles and blast my way out of that birdcage.nearthquake signifies an active foundation.nit's got the posture aching, keeps my head out of these constellations.nfrom this high, i may identify the obstacles,nwhen i get this high, my head becomes a hospital.nvoices bitching and bickering, complainingnthat they're sick and injured, bleeding, and hungry (give me my tourniquets).nfeed them nourishment, and include itnwith a diluted juice and bruised fruits i distributed.nwho knew their wounds would heal so quick?nwho knew the passion would become fashion and get them fastened onto the dick?nmight as well have let them penetrate,nthe view from here shook me looking at rookies that try to emulate.ntake the time to break the rhymes down for what you gather,nonly after will i climb to the rafter without my ladder.nnsole:nstability, overseer, stand over, ability.nhover, provide contraceptive in meteor showers,nthe sky is falling, the earth is collapsing, seas freeze.nseize my support structure you stammer,ni may shake up, provide shade upon your living mass.ngranted 'em granite with a limestone trim,nso your epicenter splinters to shambles while the lights turn dim.nsheep stop bellowing, hug your teddy bears,nand stand towards the light in my center.ncynical minds mind your master.nit's only a slant and the rocks slide, landing on your backside.nwho needs to walk? you lame men spend all of your time inside.ni see it all, i saw it all, i encase it all.nand with all my power they should have built more columns for me.nthe ball still rolling, there's only two pins left brother.nwith, above or upon, i promise to always provide some cover.nquit breathing so much, this ain't comfortable for me,nbut i was more affordable than the ones they kept buildin in the early 90s.noh my, look at those memories, listen to them complain.nsome bitch about champagne,nothers talk about how they should have took the train.nregardless of your stature, status, or economical bubble,ni'm still on top of your world even if it's a pile of rubble.nnchorus:ndose one: dripping throughnslug: dripping throughndose one: walking onnslug: walking onndose one: hanging fromnslug: hanging fromndose one: peeling offnslug: peeling offnndose one:nwhat in the name of human built these ceilings?nhow industrious it must have been.nawful continuous to span those reaches and raise not a wall,nempty space only between no corner, ceiling,nthe lid perceived on a system of physical laws. how high?nheight being among the first three you can't touch,nit goes on to stretch an unexplainablenlinear roof of instance, too relative for shelter.nits protection proposes our challenge to existence.nhold, will it hold? and for how long?nwith such holes tearing into nowhere,njustifies nothing we define,nor travel as fast as to distinct,nto make it vast it surrounds our absolute upper limits.nour reference comprises are synchronized tick, tock, tick, tock,nthank it for your fears and lows, know if it starts or stops.ntick, tock, rest beneath the safety, it can only prop.nit's not sturdy, old, weak, the honorable made of tick, tock, tick, tock.nit's above with under, in, structure and stronger than our nails,nwords, ages, beams, any watch.ntick, tick, tick, tock, tock, tock, tock, tock.nnalias:ni've experienced and been a witness to many happenings up to this point.nlife and death have passed my eyes on both occasions they annoint.nin the beginning i looked down and i witnessed birth,nbut confined to my position i never realized what it was worth.ni never realized the beauty it expounds and the emotions it induces.nnever realized what true love, what sometimes no love at all produces.nnever realized what i was going to see in my adventures of now,nbut realized i was in for a lot of sightseeing so somehowni didn't pay much attention to the positive aspects of things,nonly victims of stabbings and shootings to who the fat lady sings.nthey say they're on their way out as they pass through me.nhoping each time they could take me with them so i could seena different aspect of the world, perhaps above the buildings.nbut let down every time they told me that they were not willing to take some extra baggage,nas they chillingly referred to i.nperhaps i'll never leave this place so now all i do is sighnand think who was i? but i was so mislednthat i only showed my interest in souls that were covered in red.nnow i look back and i feel i was cheated with precision,nthe different aspect that i had longed for was so clearly in my vision.ngot sick and tired of negativity and i was due for a change,nbut never figured out that i needed not to rearrange.nit was all before me and i could have seen life as well,nnow my one-track mind has only stories that no one wants me to tell.nnchorus