Three voices trade lines in a spoken-word performance about inner turmoil and belonging. Speaker B adopts a mystic persona invoking magic and alchemy, while A and C repeat mantras like "discern me" and "bring it to me," creating a hypnotic rhythm that blurs poetry and song.
What inside me and the world outside me?
I'm your big guy, Peyton Green, Tommy. Peyton's gotta put my past behind me. She's waiting with all her boys, so come on and meet me. And your voice might just go a long way. This is your chance, it might be a sign. When it's heavy and it won't discern me, discern me, discern me.
I'll be weak, I'll be weak, I'll be weak. Discern me, discern me. New things are gonna come up as we only discern me, discern me.
She's blowing her woman voice like I know, I know, I know.
Got me singing like I'm jazzy and rhythmic. Rock it with me, I got horns, I'm a mystic. Simplistic, but I'm lifting the physics. Hoping that you're writing in mystics. I don't wanna fade out like mythics. Really need to brush up on my ethics. Life is cost, I'm counting economics. Ivory, ebony blending in my I want it all. Harmony, harmony in my field. Just watch it. I'm a blissful wizard. Got the magic, don't stop it. Time's moving fast. Rocket fuel in my pocket. Blood inside me, I don't know the sound of.
I'm your main guy, I need you to come in. Blue veins got up in my past behind me. She's my hero, got a voice like dynamite.
Every mistake makes me stay inside longer. Every mistake makes my backbone stronger. Even the best men stumble, they get wrong, yeah. All I really need is just to belong, yeah. Vision in my soul when I'm writing this scripture. Every single line is a part of the picture. Every little scar is a holy elixir. Pour it in the beam, now the spirit gets richer. But inside me, the world is our man.
All your anger, baby, bring it to me.
Bring it to me.
New things gonna open my past behind me.
Behind me. Behind me.
She's my hero, got a voice like dynamite.
Dynamite. Dynamite.
