[Verse 1]
Another night on the town, back when I toured around
With scoundrels, I found joy in it, just to bounce thru pubs
Getting wasted, nary a thought spent on the fact
That at the day's end, what am I really chasin'?

Girls and love, none of that available
Money? Well, no business plan is failure proof
The band scattered, the leader was like "make your move"
Gave'em the deuce and left, overdue for a vacation

I was too stressed, my voice started wearing
You're not alone - I kept hearing, yet staring into distance
The words didn't reach me, despite their insistence
Started seeing the word friendship

A lot different, I was pensive, even apprehensive
Even spent days without speaking a sentence
What built inside my soul, an anger that Dementia
Doesn't begin to describe,
Be careful as you enter


[Verse 2: Concrete Cee] (Brother Gil)
I still live in the past, am I past my prime at 25?
Or am I headed for another climb?
The omniscient voice I keep hearing
Says he had a plan for me, but I keep interfering

Answered curtly, the only dependable thing
About the future is uncertainty, heard me?
Guess he did, but no further response
Never heard from him again, where has he gone?

Not too far, in fact I'm always behind you
I'm the mirror image you are blind to
Thought I'd show you the ropes, aid you on your mission
But I can't be bothered, cause you have always been an

Impatient Capricorn, I ran up a hill toward the sun
And fell asleep from exhaustion
Woke up in a hammock with an open book in my lap
The 200th page read: "Cee, this is where your story ends..."


[Verse 3]
The music keeps playing from the Grammophone rear as
The lance of the dark rider burns down Cleyra
The tree of life keeps emitting mist we near the
Breaking point of spirit and I wonder will the skies clear?

Five years since the end of a road
A new beginning was told, I braved my fears and I showed
A sheer resistance to cold, sporting a Dark Hat
As like every year winter time was on the doormat

The Ragtime Mouse quizzed me, my answer? I marked X
The question was "Do you regret that you started to rap?"
Certain things you just do without acknowledging the
Consequences, on your surroundings, as you treasure hunt for artifacts

Diggin' in the crates. rummaging through chests
But beware of the Magic Pots and Mimics in your path
And last but not least, come across an Epitaph
Your mirror image in front of you, will turn to shattered glass

A reminder of your future, the present is a neverending race
To escape the persecution of your past
The story of the Lancer, that people never grasped
Sure was humble in its making but the resonance was vast....