Testi Parachute - Kristoff Krane, Illogic

Parachute

Free falling no parachute\nWe keep ballin while cloudy eyes dehydrate\nUp to our necks in what’s left of life to execute\nWe keep stallin no progressing the primate\nSatisfied with the destitute with last breath accept no substitute\nCash checks in sleep walking cocoon\nHug children with no passion cause you auctioned off the best of you\nHighest bidder demeanor constant\nTime continues to run out your running in your office\nMemos and meetings and a yearn for assign seating\nWhile demeaning and dream draining completes your coffin\nLost in parking space\nToo often guarding our hearts while cultivation of our garden of hopes\nsuffocates\nIt only takes a promotion A premonition of escape the cycle\nBut we lose patients tired of waiting so we embrace the cycle\nRiding the miracle round, but there’s miracles around you if eyes wide\nMost coast blind folded by choice no voice to raise ruckus\nCause silence is golden kill joy ride rollin\nLaughter is best medicine but pharmacy’s closed\nDisaster seem heaven sent cause your smile overdosed\nYou know happiness is right there if you can just wake from this nightmare\nAnd by the time that I was five\nThey started asking me\nWhat I was gonna be\nWhen I get older\nFor the rest of my whole life\nLight a candle like a child\nHold that fire in your eyes\nLike you never knew\nIt meant so much to be alone\nAnd cry\nAnd there’s nothing more to lose\nUnless there’s something more to hide\nI mean there’s nothing more to prove\nUnless there’s something to define\nI knew I shouldn’t have listened to\nDoctor not clean\nThey fed me pre-determined paths to freedom\nNow I’m not free\nI mean I’m not me\nWhen I look into the mirror\nAnd so I copy people\nWho appear to be secure\nThe problem is we’re all dirty, baby\nElephants chained to our masters\nSlave to fake skeleton\nKeys to the kingdom are right in my hand\nBut I’d rather feel the struggle\nTill I know that I can\nSo I throw ‘em back in\nSit by the stream and watch the sun set\nAnd remind myself what it means\nTo achieve success\nIt’s the one test\nThat makes you sacrifice your comfort\nIf you find it when it’s gray\nThen you will pass with flying colors\nI always wondered what it looks like\nIf there were no money\nAnd the people in my book\nWere on their feet and never hungry\nBut when I turn the page\nThere’s a picture of a snake\nResponsible for murdering the vision I’m attached to\nAdam and Eve had a dream under the family tree\nBut traded it one day\nIn exchange for the rotten apple\nAnd the sign reads have a nice day\nRegardless of the path I take\nRegardless of the word you’re in\nOr the lens you use\nTo make sense of each past mistake\n(each breath is priceless) (2x)