Sterling Duns:
I stopped waiting, dreaming dont buy the bacon
bread stale, croutons, for salad thinking
Move past limitations
hardwork was created
and now we spit rhymes tryna send moms to jamaica
its all good til it goes bad,
front seat, mad dash
if I don't make it out,
than at least, I'm gon have a laugh
We get words of wisdom,
Don't let them fall on to deaf ears
fresh fruit, hors d'oeuvres to go with the the first cheers
So come on lets have toast to the moment
And please live free yea we do condone it
aint buying what they selling
Lies I'm never owning
Steeped in dreams, been reaping what I've been sowing
The last to the table
The first up out the cradle,
If u ain't living true ur just a fable, that's just play
so stay true to all that's true Q
and if you do nothing else you better do you

Hook (Keys):
Love will see us through
Would you trust in me, like I trust in you?
And that going gets tough,
but it’s not enough
To stop us from dreaming

Qil:
I rise from a ripple on the lakeside
Streams flowing from my sighs, growth takes strides
I'm biting back the bitterness that my aches cried
While fighting for deliverance from unpaid tithes
I catch a glimpse of myself in the wake's eyes
Slaking thirst with the waters of the low tides
I tried to hide from the highs of a simple lie
That every drop is separate somewhere in the inside
But truth is we all drip from the same skies
Our lives measured in whys directed inwardly
I stare into the aberrant pools of irises
Searching for something to call this life's energy
A glimmer in shades of abysses and silences
My hands plunge into the cold dark trembling
My fingers wrap around a stone on the river bed
Water falls as I push a heart into me

Qubicity:
A molehill is a mountain to a head laid on the ground
so (if you) idolize your models, then their acts resemble clouds
goliath on the courts and minds that toil in the lab
your reverence flows red and it bleeds out until you scab
grabbing and ripping through the package to find a slab
that you can hold above the people on a cliff above the land
strap it to your chest along with sandals for the sand
split the sea and say: “I am he, a copied man”
don’t become compliant, exhibit your defiance
scale that monument and stand on shoulders of the giants
growth is reliant on ideas so exotic
from the empire burghers that they need to light the pyre
wicker weave a spire of your idol prior to
setting fire and inhaling the entirety of fumes
getting higher and flying, you acquire sight for miles
arranged attire composed of their ash inside the pile