5.) Just a Second:

Lyrics

“Went from ignorance in bliss, into ignorance in this;
now I mumble all these words like a poet and shit,
and, then you study what you heard, like you know it and shit,
just to stutter to the world a courageous little bit.

Set the proxy, upgrade, level up to next phase.
With a terabyte you find, elevated center stage.

Got a low tune, leaving not a one behind;
who am I kidding, man, I’m the one behind.

Talk about a conscious wave; everybody sways the same.
Got a deficit, they say, and it won’t just fade away.

Take today, hindsight; everything’s in earshot;
bottle it up, opt-out, it’s not eavesdrop.

But, I gotta lock a secret, write it pop it in a tune, 
drop it to a beat and leave it, 
maybe you think I’m a... maybe I think I’m a...

Does it even matter? 
No, never mind, I guess, yo, it doesn’t really matter.

Got a five-cent soul, and I’m five seconds old.
Got a parable or two, and a metaphor for gold.
Found a kingdom in the truth, there’s a sense or two untold.
Taste the smells, feel the sound; the sixth sense will unfold.

From ignorance in bliss into ignorance in this;
now I mumble all these words like a poet and shit,
and, then you study what you heard, like you know it and shit,
just to stutter to the world a courageous little bit, yo.

——

Got a five-cent soul,
spent the change from the dollar.
Got a twenty-cent brain,
thirty cents on my collar-bone.

Got a sentence for my senses, own,
present tense is just the essence; home, 
yo, it’s my body that I’m in.
Forty-five cents, spent one five for a win.

Now, I gotta lock a secret, write it pop it in a tune,
thirty cents and I can keep it;
That’s a hundred through and through.

That’s a hundred for this life, 
that’s a hundred day and night,
Multiply all that shit, by the effort that I utilize.

What’s a million in the hand, just a penny no façade;
what’s a lifetime to a man, but a second to a God.

One, just a penny for the truth,
just one, second till the times absolute;
but, times a little fickle gotta put it in a jar,
emphasize it just a little, there’s no truth among the stars.

——

Yo,
I'm five seconds old;

Yo,
with a five cent soul.

Got a parable or two,
and, a metaphor for gold;
found a kingdom in the truth,
the sixth sense or two untold.

Yo,
I’m five seconds old;
Yo,
With a five cent soul.

Got a parable or two,
and a metaphor for gold;
found a kingdom in the truth,
the sixth sense will unfold.

——

Talk about a conscious wave; everybody sways the same.
Got a deficit, they say, and it won’t just fade away.

Take today, hindsight; everything’s in earshot;
bottle it up, opt-out, it’s not eavesdrop.

But, I gotta lock a secret, write it pop it in a tune, 
drop it to a beat and leave it, 
maybe you think I’m a... 
maybe I think I’m a...

Does it even matter? 
No, never mind, I guess, yo, it doesn’t really matter.

——

Got a five-cent soul,
spent the change from the dollar.
Got a twenty-cent brain,
thirty cents on my collar-bone.

Got a sentence for my senses, own,
present tense is just the essence; home, 
yo, it’s my body that I’m in.
Forty-five cents, spent one five for a win.

Now, I gotta lock a secret, write it pop it in a tune,
thirty cents and I can keep it;
That’s a hundred through and through.

That’s a hundred for this life, 
that’s a hundred day and night,
Multiply all that shit, by the effort that I utilize.

What’s a million in the hand, just a penny no façade;
what’s a lifetime to a man, but a second to a God."

• Kilgore, M. (DreamScape DayDreams, 2018)