Looking at the sky that's created by the matrix
asking what if, what if, a life of speculation
writing each chapter as I'm trying to turn the
pages as the years pass by and so do the phases

A life of speculation leads to endless
complication, waiting for the opportunity
that's ostentatious, to move from a hut to
a place that spacious and defines luxury so
I guess I made it.

A life asking questions and questioning everything
instead of lifting every voice like every voice has the
right to sing, giving people choice like every choice will
be the right thing, making all this noise like the noise has
crisp messaging.

A life of speculation leads to the fall of nations
the end of global agendas and mindless assimilation 
fraudulent charges and fabricated cases to explain why
human beings can't achieve greatness.