(Anjovi)
Bosses looking down on me, got dirt on me that's 6 feet
This game i got the dowry, but it's worth shit, debt or a fee
Moving along lest these worms eat through my elegy
Get my words to the beat, check out my melody
Wasn't paid at all, the money crummy, the bread gone
Only tried to get the honey to get stung
Stone soup to crackheads, wanton violence vying
To get their piece to get their piece to get their piece...
Got the herbs, birds and the bees to curb the misery
Peddling rocks endlessly, dreams versus entropy
On each precipice worn, sipping respits of storms
Looking over the edge of what's gone, what never belonged
Harm the onus, but we all fellow travelers on this tattered road
Trying to find how to ask where to go
We still here, using ruses as muses for life
We all stupid but we all do what we do to get by

2x
This mountain, This road is so high
Just trying to make like the goat and stay alive
Give a dap to a brother, a dap to a sister
Give em a smile we both arise

Can cast stones or step on em
We all getting it in, can trust weapons or friends
Can live in this dream, as despots or kings
In the earth of this mountain, we're together at end
Can cast stones or step on em
We all getting it in, can trust weapons or friends
Can live in this dream, as despots or Queens
In the earth of this mountain, we're together at end

(Gminor)
Come see the sights astonishing, check it
These heights seem promising,
Beckoning, climb from the bottomless
Crevasse of a ponzi scheme
How many feet have romped
These jagged points to beat a path
To flee the choices past
Hoisting baggage up chasms
Braving dangers wave at passersby
Brigands and ravens,
Wiccans and pagans, transients and vagrants
Laughter can pacify anguish
We seek a haven
Translate sadness to happy times
Jaded by crimes and anger
Catch the eyes of a stranger
Cries of pleasure and pain fly
Aim for places no map defines
Braggarts lie to self-gratify while
The humble hide their mastery
Up high the peaks await the passionate
No cap, the time is lapsing
Castles fold, collapse below the plateau
Death'll grasp at any class, caste or social strata
So, what really matters?
Thats the question to ask your soul
Try, to let it be but not to let it slide, behold,
You're not the only pilgrim trekkin up the mountainside