"Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul." *

An alliance of lions eyeing to pry in my business
Align the signs of my dying wishes within my "Invictus"
And yet i remain unconquered, the menace finds me unafraid, un-frayed
And sauntering on with a bong and offering song
So just hold on to my wishes until I'm rolled in a ditch and they kill me
But i know they feel it so that's really not that realistic
Real mystic, you'll feel this dick when i up and fuck the world up
So summon trouble I'll run rebuttal with flow like funnel
Tunnel vision stuck on the fun of it, y'all too serious
Delirious, delusional, I'm weary and disillusioned from the movement
Been moving through it, nothing left to prove, I've proved it
But improving nonetheless, till the sun does among dead stars
I vent scars off of my chest, so as to see clearly
And breathe clearer, exceed error
And toward euphoria proceed nearer

"In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed." *

An alignment of pylons and caution tape blocking Zion
I'm often saying "What is this?" and state my state of invictus
The victor, no Oladipo, y'all on some free throw
I'm on some 540 dunkin', ain't been done before me
High for weeks
So open your eyes for me, Open your eyes for me
I'm hoping you rise early to focus and notice my vocals shine surely
Been ennobled and keep my circle tight like an oval
He's like Erkle or Fogul, right?
But I'm working for mogul title, the noble and hopeful type
Floating like the lotus upon a pond of calm water
After I've sung my song and i ponder on as dawn wanders in
And another day begins, And in other ways we win or lose
Or sin or chose to be right in a world of wrong
May i never bow my head to to my woes or foes
I know it's right to keep my fight strong against those who mean to harm me, and hoes who grow the mean to disarm me
My mind an army unconquered
I've conquered thoughts that once daunted and scarred me
LET MY INVICTUS EVICT THIS PESSIMISTIC HEAD TRIP
AND TRIGGER THE POSITIVE, OPTIMISTIC MYSTIC

"Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul." *

* Lyrics in quotations are from a poem, of the same title, published in 1888 by William Ernest Henley