Guest Of Honor (At The Seems)

To me this song feels like a psychedelic trip at the circus. there's daring acts, clowns, and shocking moments, and you can't fully tell it's humorous or haunting…perhaps both. LYRICS: Do you have the time to hear me graph the rhyme Of a classic kind, class in mind, kids please get in line, free sample time I write a rhyme, then I stamp and sign, made official mine You spit your rhyme, yeah, that’s a lamp vs sunshine Sometimes my style goes off the wall, like a landline And once the script gets writ, it gets flipped like a tramp-o-line I meant trampoline, cancelling’s part of my master plan I can’t believe, fans willing receive that rabid rambling I guess they’d rather…save time like an ampersand But if the game is rigged, hold up now, that would be tampering These memories make it hard to breath some canvas jeans Like campus teens, I’m on my own, and working towards my dreams So when they scheme… I choose to shake it off like some tambourines The life I lead, I like the grant’s when green Wait, what does he mean? Reality Is split at the seams Reality Is split at the seems Reality Is split at the seams Reality Is split at the seems I mean it all, cause like a champ I’ve seen So many scattered Scenes and shattered dreams, There’s no sadder thing Let’s have gathering of all affected Let em speak their peace, release their grief I listen carefully, then say, “I’m please to meet…and here’s a treat” Proceed to teach em how I reach elites with this form of speech No need for these formalities, please take a seat Reality Is split at the seams Reality Is split at the seems Reality Is split at the seams Reality Is split at the seems