I can’t recommend the path you’re on
It’s irreversible, nonsense
I worry ’bout the coming of a dawn
When a mastermind been playing with my forgiveness

It’s lost to my old sensations
It’s tripping in a sway
It’s a valuable tradition of an incense
Smoking up a beautiful day

What if I can’t
What if I ought
What if I, never looking back, pretend I’m bought

What if I drew
A better time
What if I let myself commit an artist crime

I thought I’d never catch a break to make a dollar
Make a move or cry a holler, drink it all in

But if my industry is cracked and crumbled foundry
Am I cracked and crumbled just to be a man in a fake

What if I condense it
What if I resist it

Am I a holiday
A memory to stay

What if I abstain it
Could I still retain it

My hesitation
Would push it all away

What if I was useless
Would I still abuse this

Am I a remedy
To all I want to say

Even if I drop out
Could I find a rebound

Is that eternity
Or could I find a way