[Verse 1] Day One, I invent paper, Then look around I found myself on a college ruled acre Looking east, I go there and prepare To get sustenance from vegetables shout out to nature. Day Two, I invent pencils, Then trace my brain, outlined on the page with a stencil. Puffing lentil between dentals before Popeye; Laser focused on nowhere with my blind hawk eyes. Day Three, I invent Rhythm. I’m that guy. The whole ecosystem bobbing head with him. Visions of the future seems my creator hid them. “Seconds. Where y’all going?” I’m starting to miss them, Day Four, I invent poetry. Before Yiruma, I found the flow in me. Other animal ridicule; jokingly, Then I destroy the close minded, openly [Hook] One Day I’m made from the clay of Cassius, Then reborn from the burnt bridges ashes. This is the revelation of my genesis. This is the revelation of my genesis. One Day I’m made from the clay of Cassius, Then reborn from the burnt bridges ashes. This is the revelation of my genesis. This is the revelation of my genesis. Day Five, I invent melody. To give my words time to play with some company. Add a little counterpoint and a couple timpani. Then accidentally smoke a whole forest. Hickory. Day Six, I invent Hip hop. From there, I figured that I would never stop. Now I don’t know who it was who invented pop or country. It’s not me so hold the phone. Day Seven, I invent the microphone. Hmmm. I wonder. That was me thinking I should invent the first song And that song is what’s been playing all along. Day Eight, I invent humans. To give a way this soul food that they’re consuming After putting my elaborate plan to movement, I fade away to nirvana with my favorite Buddhist. [Hook] One Day I’m made from the clay of Cassius, Then reborn from the burnt bridges ashes. This is the revelation of my genesis. This is the revelation of my genesis. One Day I’m made from the clay of Cassius, Then reborn from the burnt bridges ashes. This is the revelation of my genesis. This is the revelation of my genesis. [Verse 3] Invented paper to savor this emotion. Wrote this genesis of rhetoric, unlike electric can’t resist. This sets the precedence for the rest of this dissonance. I’ll speak this stream of consciousness even without an audience. Heart of a lion cloaked in a brown human pelt. Mind your business. Enjoy your ride on conveyor belts. What do you when everyone wants to escape? While I’m on a mission to go find myself and relate. Sleep is for the dead, I’ll live forever so I’m restless. Me, myself and I the only one on this guest list. Party of one. Celebrating our essence. Not a graven image that we paint for the masses. Can’t accept your bills your social currency is counterfeit. Died ten times. I’m out of lives now that I think of it. The conclusion, I’ve included is a great revelation Every ending’s followed by the light of a genesis.