i was lost in a cloud of doubt in a sea of questions kept swimming but it got me nowhere i was stuffed by the endless drought by unlearned lessons found a truth in pursuit of you in my sea of questions kept swimming but it got me nowhere i was wrong about who i was about what i ve done and where i come from still sleeping on couches crashed at a couple of houses borrowed every part of my outfit but that ain t about shit my life is a book full of changes right now we just flipping through pages living in ages back in time a traveling mind is trying to grasp the past that was left behind while exploring the signs that i have at hand what does it mean for a black man to be an active activist or an artist activated by hardships and all this backwards involvement the struggle for a true sense of being where nothing has any meaning and meaning is everything the severing of old friends and old ties the opening of blue skies and sunshine the truth lies in what changes at nighttime it s half time i m only half past mine i was lost in a lucid lie in a low life high in a burning dream couldn t see