Verse 1 Somebody told me that the track’s craving for my Name, so I give it Basic; In my basement: Making mind blowing and backbreaking arrangements So when you face it, the music’s flagrant, out of anger, you chase it, Second step’s to grab its neck, tie a noose, find a tree, and hang it There’s a multitude of criminals keeping the penalty to a minimal, But the amounts of fools falling through, that place is called “pit”iful, I’ll spit a few bright lines, sit back and watch them glisten And Hope my exasperated efforts affect individuals who listen Verse 2 I’m ripping through intellect and theories like sackcloth garments, Hoping to sharpen the dull and often into excited and open minded And I’m hiding the tidbits of knowledge so when you find them you’ll comply, With an open eye, and we can cut the excuse of being blind And since sight for the sore’s my chore - I mop floors like janitors Giving more or less no second guest in my first attempt nothing’s left But the Movement ALS and his sacrificial accomplishments And incase we need a middle man, DR’s the perfect candidate He’s prone to take us home like childless couples and foster kids Forget your hesitation you don’t need your baby blankets We’re taking the same placement test to determine who’s the remnant So excuse me as I bubble in: The Name Basic

Verse 1 This trip starts out with a visit to the clinic to check my symptoms every minute I’m a cynic. In this case it’s my business, I’m the only witness Verdict is a walk with physical fitness Gather my equipment for the upcoming mission to determine what’s hurting and what it is I’m missing I enter in the ear but I fear what’s to come, I soothe when I hear the sounds of the eardrum I walk to the little light peeking through the crevice It’s a cracked door so I enter in and get to stepping I have no weapons, a little bit of logic I’m a “mental-holic” on a field of re-occurring topics Separated from the outside so you can call me Amish In a place where situations are ironic And some look so bad, they could make me vomit And some are hanging on strong to a certain promise like… Chorus I don’t know what’s gonna help me stop this toll How will I know the next place that I should go? I don’t know what’s gonna happen to my soul I don’t know what’s gonna happen to my soul, to my soul, to my soul Verse 2 What happened to my soul? It is out of control like a long guitar ballad from the rock and roll It’s a trip when I close my eyes and see what’s happening: Either like a magic trick seeing stuff passing when Many men running never knowing where they came from Some show face and others try to play dumb Lay drums out like decay in my brain son It can knock me out like a punch from Mike Tyson Scan your environment, Bail like retirement Blow your mind make a try & see how far you get Understand it will never be emotionless When you face reality then you feeling your best Flip the faces up so you don’t have to guess I pray illumination out shines your mess When the pain comes clench your fist And wait for the living water, take a dip Chorus Verse 3 I grab the backpack cuz I gotta act fast Make a dash, no, I am never coming back. I’ve been here too long – what will I miss? Trip sends me home; my name is Odysseus Clock ticks, hit the brick that’s how I’m going hard, When I see the ugliness I say “O My God!” Feeling God’s presence it has been too long, Alive like never before - this was a fog. Running to his throne – before - it was a jog Working towards the goal – before - it was a job Serving towards the Lord - before - it was a chore Dripping from my lips and now I want a pour Certain I can hit before I try to score, Lurked in the abyss and now I want no more I beg and I persist for you to hurt no more But you have to get with Christ if you wanna be sure Chorus