Wake the Giants

I carry myself with the air of a fictional character
Augustinian merits as I ride the American Chariots to
My destination and place. Going at a lazy pace
Hoping I don't lose and fall out of Hazel Grace
This is everything I dreamed of mixed with the nightmares
Most of my people will ask my why I even care
Come on bro, why are you even doing this?
I've got one life I'm not trying to just EXIST
Paying for my education. Avoiding to become replacements
Keep reading and writing to dodge being complacent
Check my placement and keep counting on me
Like I'm a digit, decimal, Dewey D or some calories
This is a life check and I'm marking through all the boxes
Heavyweight champion belt is Takumi the Fox's
Well maybe featherweight, cause I'm a lanky dude
Yeah I'm emotional, I will never blank out my mood!
This is my art, my pain, my heart, my brain
Spilling just to start then refine my game
You got boy problems? Well man, so do I
I'm a boy and a problem and that's one way to die
You got girl problems? Well man, me too
Chasing money, chasing romance is just the way we do
Writing letters to connections all across the states
Texting likes, singing crushes and talking to you face to face
It's a little difficult, quite the daunting task
Looking in the mirror and I forget I'm wearing a mask
Convinced myself on some days, get me an Oscar
My performance is hailed by my toughest critic: so proper!
Chapped lips and dry skin. Always an awkward teen
Mind of a scholar with a wit twice as keen
Never play my age but I'll always be playing
Time to be honest with myself. Forget just praying
Time to start planning, time to start doing
Who rewarded wishful thinking? This is me pursuing
Everything I ever wanted. All of my desires
Each of them a balloon and they're all trying to fly higher
So I'm learning about the sky, I'm learning how can I
Become light enough to float on far enough to spy
Doing homework in between creative bursts of energy
Summoning the deepest memories to be reinvented G
Turn traumas into commas. Editing for better karma
Changing like Obama. Avenging like some shwarma
Maybe I haven't changed that much, I still make my jokes
Mind spinning quicker than my bicycle wheel and spokes
And I'm supposed to be serious? XM Radio
I don't want that. Respond with No with 80 Os
I was made to blow like Kleenex tissues
People don't miss me cause I'm the big show: that's the real issue
Ballet on the page and my haikus on the stage
Role reversal, universal, in my mind it's all the same
Poetry in motion and my cliches are in abundance
Trusted like husbands who love cardio: I run this
Wearing my heart on my extremely fashioned sleeves
Looking like a clean mess might get haters peeved
How is he doing so well? Look at this goober!
I'm chill to the power of super, duper
2012: getting rich or dying Mayan
By the end of this I'll be waking all my giants
Come play, I'll say. Come play, I'll say
This track is my beanstalk. Fixed for the modern day

2012: getting rich or dying Mayan
By the end of this I'll be waking all my giants
Come play, I'll say. Come play, I'll say
This track is my beanstalk. Fixed for the modern day