Real Boy

Before you came along the sight of I.

The on-looker of the alight of mind.

Couldn't begin to have the sight of prime.

I'm about to doubt that this could of happened without the divine insight that you spout.

Now, I'm out.

I realise, I'm the one that threw the question about.

Knew to test the methods out, new questions grew out then I became stuck in the game.

Writing beliefs checks that my thoughts couldn't cash in the brain.

I'm up but I'm down, I folded but I put a bet down. Schmuck.

Holding a lightening-rod, re-coding the mic I'm on.

So when I speak God's little light comes on.

So, when I'm about to flip sight on, the mic comes on and the right beat flows strong,

Because when I grow to be a real boy only my inner peace will grow long.