a full track, this is gonna be an audio. try using the "new york state of mind" beat for a fuller picture.

(v1)
a few years ago, i stood on the brink of manhood/
quietly contemplating what would happen, and could/
at the brink before the void without image or noise/
i stepped into the blackness and changed from a boy/
experimented in advanced stages of drunkeness/
watched rooms spin and move in, mood sunk to stress/
calculated units, waistline expands and contracts/
which taught me i could get fat, reverse and come back/
had my virginity shattered to a million pieces/
because the body wants constantly, the "filling 'em" thesis/
so why should i resist? i pushed the boundaries/
reached peaks, couldnt speak, with these girls who were down with me/
i pushed my weed tolerance, sat hypnotised/
at my reflection in the mirror with the cryptic eyes/
i've explored my interests and now some have died/
its time to take the next route which comes to mind/

(hook)
the next challenge is (whatever comes to mind)
i'll be having it (whatever comes to mind)
i strike balance with (whatever comes to mind)
the next manuscript (whatever comes to mind)

(v2)
when i was 15, i pushed my physical ability/
to see how strong i could become with my will in me/
practised patterns and meditation, mental levitation/
and made the proclamation to beat all the adjasent/
heavy bags hung from metal hooks took the impact/
of kicks and punches, they shook and swung back/
i lost brain cells when i didnt train well/
when my sparring partners caught me off gaurd, the pains swells/
i trained my mind, read books from the greatest authors/
subject matter from love stories to human slaughter/
from laughter, altered states and the stepping of time/
came to realise that these journies reflected mine/
it blew my mind, i had to flip back and takes notes/
take a degree to extract exactly what they wrote/
snapped it closed and took a long look at the book's spine/
tried to figure out the next step that comes to mind/

(hook)

(v3)
they say the journey never ends it just begins again/
so now i'm trying to push hard my skill in the pen/
try to achieve the perfect verse, utterly flawless/
find the perfect beat to match and record a chorus/
try to incorperate aspects of vocab and imagery/
multi's and wordplay in blanced symettry/
i studied the greatest rhymers in all genres of music/
discarded lines, thought up new subjects and how i could use it/
tried to inspire others into raising the bar/
and projects their brain waves amazingly far/
to dip into their own experience, thats keeping it real/
and hopefully one day i'd be peeping a deal/
now, i've got another goal to expand my inner soul/
another task to take me closer and pass the winners pole/
i aint chose it yet but i'll forever run in time/
as the man who perfected whatever comes to mind/

(hook)

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