Aye this might be it
Like what if you were the last one
What would you want the future to know
The ending
The beautiful endling
Like if you knew this was the ending
A full species extinction
This just might be your find out phase
And all that you'll be leaving is
The life you think you leading
Crashing into craggy rocks
The casket drops
The music stops
What if it all
What if it all
What if all changes
What if all falls
Let it go
What if it all
What if it all
What if dies
What if all falls
Let it go
What if it all
What if it all
What if all changes
What if all falls
Let it grow
This just might be the last version you
Final form
You made no offspring
You been questioning your offering
And how often you fell off it seems
Life is like staring at a Texas-size meteorite streaking across skies at night
Life
Life is like Bombay lunch in Pompeii
When the cap of the southern mountain exploded into a fountain
Life is like sunbathing on a Yucatán shore
And the ship on the horizon you will soon learn are conquistadors
Life is like
Don't get lost in the metaphor
Life is like Mansa Musa meeting the first Parisian
Or learning to speak Portuguese
What did I just release
What if it all
What if it all
What if all changes
What if all falls
Let it go
What if it all
What if it all
What if dies
What if all falls
Let it go
What if it all
What if it all
What if all changes
What if all falls
Let it grow
The endling
The beautiful endling
Naw it's cool to mourn
We need to weep what could have been
Don't get lost in the metaphor
This is love in letter form
An encouragement that when death cooks
You got to let her form
I identify with endling
In sync with end and beginning
Are y'all not aware of how long prop been genre bending
Spray paint to battle rap
Battle rap to tunnel rat
Though every album I dropped was two-thirds poetry
I am that endling
I am the possibility
And every evolving species
Though different they all me
We still rain dance to ancient drums
Our atriums and ventricles
Our cheekbones are Olmec
The griots wrote poems
And right inside our DNA our ancestors sing songs
And the end we see there's no such thing as gone
Product of a once dominant version of God conscience
Product of a once dominant version of God conscience
Product of a once dominant version of God conscience
Product of a once dominant version of God conscience
