Hook]
This is where the talking ends and life begins
Let’s start again, it’s hard out here
Why does it have it to be [bad word] 
This is where all the conversation stops and life begins
Why does it have to be [bad word] 

[Verse 1: Outasight]
 [bad word] to my world where imagination [bad word] 
Sprinting and sprinting, still trying to catch up
Walk into the bedroom of that only child
Singing and humming, what would be his future?
prep school graduate with a average
But I never seemed average
I would talk all night bout being Outasight
But I never kareem’d Magic till I put the words to bed
And woke up the action and canned the laughter
I ain’t trying to make a stand, I’m trying to fill up the rafters

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Outasight]
Explanations repeat in my mind
Voices skipping back and forth like stones ‘cross the pond
Taking trips down memory lane don’t bring pain
They be making me feel a certain way about those wasted days
And when I hear about acquaintances through old friends
I still hear they hating to no end
I shouldn’t even waste my breath on ‘em
‘Cause if I confronted ‘em, they’d get all choked up
And I wouldn’t waste my breath on ‘em
And I wish death on none except my old self
The lost kid who thought he was owed wealth
‘Cause he was so ill, oh well

[Hook]