I'm a Goodwill wearing, heir-apparent to the 9 to 5
Compromise for no one's lies and wear no disguise
So what you see is what you get and that's five-foot eleven
150 pounds of unadulterated heaven
I sleep ass-naked, no boxers, no briefs
It's been damn near a decade since I last wet the sheets
At night I can't sleep, up every hour on the hour
Wake with 7 inch wood I chop down in the shower
Power breakfasts are my friend, out and on with the day
Cease the moment while it's golden before it fades away
Bask in the sun rays, meditating near a Boddhi tree
Soak in my synapses - letting images wash over me
I don't fear death, I laugh at the grim reaper
Only fear not living - Hell on Earth looks bleaker
Give myself for humanity, that's my sacrifice
I've got more passion for life than Mel Gibson's got for Christ
Chorus: (2x)
Alexipharmic's an enigma in an envelope and riddle
His rugged outer's countered by the soul of gold in the middle
In his own life's music - left to play second fiddle
And it's stayed that way, ever since he was little
I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't puff-pass and toke
I don't write "rhymes" to soothe, I scribe novels to provoke
My fellow people into action (don't sit, MOVE)
Yes passive listener, (that includes YOU)
I don't hold up the world, Atlas supports this boulder
I'm the foundation below, he's standing on my shoulders
I'm a health freak, so when shove comes to push
I've got more fruits and nuts in my cabinet than George Bush
I've got my cable disconnected, minus Family Guy and Scrubs
And til breasts are reality, and TV's fake, there's no love
Lost or found between myself and the media
It's the propagandist steps made by the people deceivin ya
That make me hate humanity, but love individuals
Society scarin the Hell into me like in Satanic rituals
And ever since I missed my demeanor
Miss Management's been by my side holding my hand in an empty theater
Chorus: (2x)
Alexipharmic's an enigma in an envelope and riddle
His rugged outer's countered by the soul of gold in the middle
In his own life's music - left to play second fiddle
And it's stayed that way, ever since he was little
It seems along the course I've done up, gone, and lost it
So fuck a few skeletons, I've got a graveyard in my closet
Watch it – I'm a mindless drone looking for a payphone
Pushing random numbers, never anyone home
So alone I tread, weary, with my head in the clouds
Nine stories – at the top – fulfilling dreams of rocking crowds
A smile etched on my face, cause maybe, just maybe
To be sane in an insane world you've got to be crazy
And if that's the case, call me "John" cause I'm off my "Rocker"
I medicate through my pen, there'll be no need to page the doctor
In every honest bit of truth, trying hard to show proof
Life can be as beautiful as you imagined in your youth
Along the voyage, severed connections often shift the directions
While intersections and deceptions often alter corrections
I threw the map to the wind – I'll find my own destination
Call me Mr. Lauryn Hill – I missed my education
Chorus: (2x)
Alexipharmic's an enigma in an envelope and riddle
His rugged outer's countered by the soul of gold in the middle
In his own life's music - left to play second fiddle
And it's stayed that way, ever since he was little
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