It is an early Monday morning. The sun is becoming bright on the land. No one is watching as he comes a walking. Two bulky suitcases hang from his hands. He heads towards the tower that stands in the campus. He goes through the door, he starts up the stairs. The sound of his footsteps, the sound of his breathing, The sound of the silence when no one was there. I didn't really know him. He was kind of strange. Always sort of sat there. He never seemed to change. He reached the catwalk. He put down his burden. The four sided clock began to chime. Seven AM, the day is beginning. So much to do and so little time. He looks at the city where no one had known him. He looks at the sky where no one looks down. He looks at his life and what it has shown him. He looks for his shadow it cannot be found. He was such a moody child, very hard to touch. Even as a baby he never smiled too much. No no.No no. You bug me, she said. Your ugly, she said. Please hug me, I said. But she just sat there With the same flat stare That she saves for me alone When I'm home. When I'm home. Take me home. He laid out the rifles, he loaded the shotgun, He stacked up the cartridges along the wall. He knew he would need them for his conversation. If it went as it he planned, then he might use them all. He said Listen you people I've got a question You won't pay attention but I'll ask anyhow. I found a way that will get me an answer. Been waiting to ask you 'till now. Right now! Am I? I am a lover whose never been kissed. Am I? I am a fighter whose not made a fist. Am I? If I'm alive then there's so much I've missed. How do I know I exist? Are you listening to me? Are you listening to me? Am I? The first words he spoke took the town by surprise. One got Mrs. Gibbons above her right eye. It blew her through the window wedged her against the door. Reality poured from her face, staining the floor. He was kind of creepy, Sort of a dunce. I met him at the corner bar. I only dated the poor boy once, That's all. Just once, that was all. Bill Whedon was questioned as stepped from his car. Tom Scott ran across the street but he never got that far. The police were there in minutes, they set up baricades. He spoke right on over them in a half-mile circle. In a dumb struck city his pointed questions were sprayed. He knocked over Danny Tyson as he ran towards the noise. Just about then the answers started comming. Sweet, sweet joy. Thudding in the clock face, whining off the walls, Reaching up to where he sat there, answering calls. Thirty-seven people got his message so far. Yes, he was reaching them right were they are. They set up an assault team. They asked for volunteers. They had to go and get him, that much was clear. And the word spread about him on the radios and TV's. In appropriately sober tone they asked "Who can it be?" He was a very dull boy, very taciturn. Not much of a joiner, he did not want to learn. No no.No no. They're coming to get me, they don't want to let me Stay in the bright light too long. It's getting on noon now, it's goin to be soon now. But oh, what a wonderful sound! Mama, won't you nurse me? Rain me down the sweet milk of your kindness. Mama, it's getting worse for me. Won't you please make me warm and mindless? Mama, yes you have cursed me. I never will forgive you for your blindness. I hate you! The wires are all humming for me. And I can hear them coming for me. Soon they'll be here, but there's nothing to fear. Not any more though they've blasted the door. As the copter dropped the gas he shouted " Who cares?" . They could hear him laughing as they started up the stairs. As they stormed out on the catwalk, blinking at the sun, With their final fusillade his answer had come. Am I? There is no way that you can hide me. Am I? Though you have put your fire inside me. Am I? You've given me my answer can't you see? I was! I am! And now I Will Be I WILL BE!

Uh, don't know what it took to have the time to break this pack down No handouts, lockin' off the trap house Whole lotta glizzys, nigga, please do not get ran down They sad, how? 'Cause a nigga brag now Rackades for cash out Cappin' from his damn mouth Can't escape, those tool out Think I need a new pound now I think he needs some new bands now They know my gang the hardest out I need 30 in this glizz to make it back out 18 to 36, I finesse the trap house My diamonds dancin' like they overloadin', crash now Bring back the dead now, who you want me bring back? My trap's the trap, trap He sneaky, backlash School of the hard knocks .40 in the backpack I take that loyalty to the heart so please don't backstab And this glizzy a friend of mine, just like a real friend Impressed now, she and I gonna get these real bands He talkin' all that crazy shit on the internet But I ain't with that My shooters split shit My niggas drive shit and send shit out like spaceships Uh, don't know what it took to have the time to break this pack down No handouts, lockin' off the trap house Whole lotta glizzys, nigga, please do not get ran down They sad, how? 'Cause a nigga brag now Rackets for cash out Cappin' from his damn mouth Can't escape, those tool out Think I need a new pound now I think he needs some new bands now They know my gang the hardest out He need some new bands Think he need some new friends I gave him new swag Gucci with some New Balance Ball like March Madness Not like the Dallas Mavericks, ay Had to back it up like a alibi Brr, ice it up, I don't panic, ay He just seem to vanishin' Way too neat, can't manage him On the block, he go again They can't even notice him I'm in the trap with packages Most of them can't manage it I'm on the block with savages None of them not innocent Fuck with the kid, 'cause I'm so lit And kinda dangerous I had to come up off of nip In the trap I had to live He lookin' drippy, got turned to a lick He runnin' around and he losin' his stick She runnin' around and finessin' a trick They wanna know what Houdini did To break this pack down Handouts Trap house, uh Nigga, please do not get ran down, no, no Uh, don't know what it took to have the time to break this pack down No handouts, lockin' off the trap house Whole lotta glizzys, nigga, please do not get ran down They sad, how? 'Cause a nigga brag now Rackets for cash out Cappin' from his damn mouth Can't escape, those tool out Think I need a new pound now I think he needs some new bands now They know my gang the hardest out

(Wow) 'Toy con mi bro, con mi sangre Antes que estar broke, mejor me desangre ¿Qué tengo en la copa? Adivinaste Houdini shit, aparece al instante Si llama la A.F.I.P, soy solo estudiante (Hahaha) Me vuelvo cray' cuando estoy en el booth Mi bro con los packs, tiene ese boof Estos raperos están llenos de bullshit Mi twiz quema droga que parece Bullrich (Wow) Mis bolsillos 'tan full Dos double cup y ya veo to' en blur Pongo la plata a twerkear, un temblor Me ves por la calle vestido de sport Viene otra tanda, ya viene el transporte Esto es Fuck fame, mejor que te comportes (Wow) Mi puta es mala y boujee (Se!) Hablan de Smoke como si fuese Woo (Pop) 'Toy 'tan helado que me siento Gucci (Burr) 'Toy 'tan arriba que me siento like, wow! Pour four más (Huh?) Por los racks (Huh) Vos vas dumb (Huh?) Y yo voy dumb hard (Yeah) (Wow) 'Toy con mi bro, con mi sangre Antes que estar broke, mejor me desangre ¿Qué tengo en la copa? Adivinaste Houdini shit, ando con Clúster (Yeah) Vos queres algo así vale ten thousand (Ha) Antes de yo estar broke me pongo en pause 'Toy buscando ese guap con mi pe causa Ese guap aparece en un instante (Brrr) Yeah, wow Esta plata blue and yello-ow Doin' money by my own lil hoe (Damn) En la cuenta sumo cero-o-oh (Si!) Te diseño el pantalón lil hoe (Lil hoe) Con mi compa hacemos jazz, wow Con mi compa fumo gas, strong (It's strong) Yo no quiero fama, never! (Never!) Yo no quiero ese fucking clout (No) No soy carpintero, estoy fumando woo-o-od (Uuh-uh) Orgulloso de mi flush (Uuh-uh, uh) Con mi slime yo fumo Ku-u-u-kush! (Kush) Estamos en Kuala Lumpu-u-u-ur! No soy carpintero estoy fumando woo-o-od (Uh, uh, uh) No soy carpintero, en el bolsillo tengo cien horneros (Haha) Tengo el queso, lil hoe, soy pizzero (Brrr) Sipping mud, mi vaso parece un chiquero (Ha!) Houdini shit, vos te pensas que es fake Te la vamos a dar por traicionero (Por gil) Mi bro no se que tenia en el vaso Pero ahora esta hablando en hebreo (Habibi) Vos ni de cerca estas en el nivel Me llega ropa por el correo, uh (Brrrrr) (Drumgod)