Last BeNeVoLeNcE (Verse 1):

My dad passed away when I was just teenager in high school/
But, my mind wasn't ready--Lying to myself like "I'm cool."
I didn't miss class on his last day of livin'/
The only good thing was that my other problems seemed so distant/
Accept for my loneliness at the time, that I kept hidden/
I mean it took me this long just to express this in my lyrics/
So, I hope that could hear it, but I won't "overstay your visit/"
He was the first person I'd show my music to before you listened/
So in the following years of pain, although this may sound foolish/
I'd wake up in tears, from dreams where he would listen to my music/
He was smart, he would make mistakes, and yes he was imperfect/
In the months before he slept, I was just getting to know this person/
Just telling me his stories, about how he was raised/
As a boy in the hood--from local gangs he escaped/
A secret route he took home, on those dangerous days/
And how people were buggin' about how tall he was, but hey/
I really wish that he could hear what my music became/
I can't wait for him to meet my wife in paradise someday/
I can't wait for him to meet my wife in paradise someday/
I say that twice so I can picture it in my mind today/
No, I don't make music for you, I create to express/
The things I love, I hate, my passion, who I am, and what I stress/
I don't write corny raps, or gospel, or whatever/
(I'm) Just a level 90 MC with skills that are clever/


Last BeNeVoLeNcE (Hook):

But I escape by wandering from this world to the next/
A hero in every story--with the video games I trek/
I don't drink alcohol, I don't smoke weed at all/
But, I plug in my controller to escape all my flaws/

At Super Sonic speed, I run across oceans and walls/
I'm a Monster Hunter--In space, I battle Dark Falz/
Keyblade Master, reliving Disney movies that I saw--/
--when I was small--The Escapist is what I'm called/


Jordan Nugent (Verse 2):

I'm picking apart my mind because I be livin within a time
I gotta be so defined, by the rhymes I write every line so tight and I might just fly like Michael's type when I write precise I light the night like end of a tunnel I better be humble / because
Fame is close, my days get cold, I pray for hope
And I know they sleep but I lay that flow with the later codes
I get when the sun isn't here anymore
Words so deep I heal the poor they feel it more but still in war
And so I / wait to see the vacancy and make a leap of faith I give em what they need today
It's common that I lead the way and alleviate the pain we face
I need to make a better way and I seem to paint for better days, and so I let it spray when I can the summon the rain / the days I elevate, it's like my pain / just suddenly fades
No runnin' away from the weight that's on my soul
Will not wait to become old
Just to learn from what I've done
There's a purpose I've begun, and so I promise to make it real
They talkin' about the rain and how it's came and gone away
I know that life is short and so I pray for longer days
I'm movin' with the moon and so I duplicate the waves
I choose to take a page for releasing all my thoughts
I give you all my secrets that be deep within my heart
It's like -


Last BeNeVoLeNcE (Hook):

But I escape by wandering from this world to the next/
A hero in every story--with the video games I trek/
I don't drink alcohol, I don't smoke weed at all/
But, I plug in my controller to escape all my flaws/

At Super Sonic speed, I run across oceans and walls/
I'm a Monster Hunter--In space, I battle Dark Falz/
Keyblade Master, reliving Disney movies that I saw--/
--when I was small--The Escapist is what I'm called/


Impermanence (Verse 3):

Growing up as a kid they say that there will be rainy days, that the sun is still shining even if it isn’t touching your face.
But I couldn’t help but feel that it was all talk and some no show, when just two years back I was in the darkness fighting solo.
But who don’t, feel a bit sad and depressed, when they attempt to recollect all the times they have spent.
And honestly my life from the first person wasn’t too bad, but I guess it all started because I’ve never known my real dad.
23 years walking this crust above the rotting pizza, a visa on my life the master cards that time deducts.
A reason, a just cause to blast the mic loudly, how is it that “that man” could not speak to his family?
Astounding, on top of that I had problems with my peers, giving into temptations of the flesh and shedding years,
Off of my life with that binge drinking, thoughts that my soul was not truly thinking, I was sinking
Into depression, heading down a dark lonely path, in the back of my mind memories I threw into a cache.
Sitting in my room, playing music just to stay afloat, my life was a disaster and no sign of hope’s coast.
And then the women--the women--something that didn’t want to keep me living--in an instant, and I was twiztid.
Then finally someone reached out and noticed my sorrow, so I was blessed to breathe the breath into this outro, escaped it.


Last BeNeVoLeNcE (Hook):

But I escape by wandering from this world to the next/
A hero in every story--with the video games I trek/
I don't drink alcohol, I don't smoke weed at all/
But, I plug in my controller to escape all my flaws/

At Super Sonic speed, I run across oceans and walls/
I'm a Monster Hunter--In space, I battle Dark Falz/
Keyblade Master, reliving Disney movies that I saw--/
--when I was small--The Escapist is what I'm called/