You watch the light from far away, With nothing honest left to say. You see the shine but miss the spark, While casting shadows in the dark. I do not move for fake applause, Or bend my life to fit your laws. The truth I live is mine to keep, While others' promises fall deep. I'm moving mountains, stone by stone, On a path that's strictly mine alone. So keep my name upon the shelf, While I am busy with myself. No more disguises, no more games, I'm stepping out of borrowed names. I’m the master, I’m the scribe, Living at a higher tribe.