Too much ink on my list of demands
I got an hourglass filling up with sand
Breaking promises and all of my plans
How do I redeem these idle hands?
Try to jump, but I can't clear the span
Pleading guilty when I step upon the stand
Can't blame anybody but this man, so
How do I redeem these idle hands?

Many apologies to anybody ever I miffed!
I'm prone to promises purveyed, delivered straight down the lift!
Breaking into tiny pieces any relational worth
That you thought we had together while I divvy the dearth

Spin2Win! Good kinetics 'ere I tend to display
Stacking archives of claims and hopeful aims
Abandoned work: Delayed! Hindered by the block in my path
While I listen to the pros and wish that I could manage half
Of any quarter of a thing I said I'd do in a week
You could say it - "Thirdrage" is past promotional peak
"Second Time Around" was due about a year in the past
But "Connect" is almost finished (Zilla, don't make me laugh)

Nary an EP, nor a CD, nor a guest appearance by me
Days pass, but a vast majority never rouse my stylings
And the calls from Philly dwindle in my presence, inert
And I can't help but imagine it'd be different if I put in the work

**Chorus**

Now it's easy to be envious, inspired and awed
When you're surrounded by the talented but focused on your flaws
Look at Ran! Dude's got it! Makes it look like a breeze.
Mikal kHill slings fire with the greatest of ease
But these are just examples of the greatness that abounds
In myself? I see potential, but destruction abounds
And I know it's self-inflicted! I'm the root of each disaster!
Everytime I fuck it up, you'd think I'd learn it that much faster
And then master my craft
'Stead of bounding round the problem - so daft!
I'm such a dullard 'cuz I charted and graphed
But utilized not even a subset of XP that I gleaned
Coulda' been a contender, rather, I'm a League of Legends fiend
That may be - but I'm young, I can swap the song sung
For another where I motivate much more than my thumbs
Wanna' be an inspiration and ascend and achieve
I don't wanna' be stuck forever, but I can't seem to leave!

**Chorus**

And though it's easy to put pity on myself
It's a virtue that I reach to you for help
What did I think would be the end result of this?
Sweet Procrastination! How could I resist?
So pour another glass of whine... it just gets older given time
(Thinkin' maybe it's time to change that game)

**Chorus*
Wishing for ambition on a shooting star