I lick the tip of the pen And jot a tale of women and men Stricken by deliberate trends Fitted and delivered to them with particular blends I'm sitting hidden within the covers on my futon I lick the tip of the pen
 And jot a tale of women and men Stricken by deliberate trends Fitted and delivered to them with particular blends I’m sittin’ hidden within the covers on my futon Watching Jimmy Neutron Munchin' on croutons Shaping fiction 'bout the dreamer living on coupons Think of a man with ink in his hands Living out of his Abraham Lincoln van on the brink of insan- -Ity bitty city kiddies bringing the ruckus Thinkin’ they understand what lingers above us I complicate the characters 
Some have cataracts 
Others, sharp as a battle axe 
Matter of fact, imagine that 
Remove myself at first then add me back after the fact with laughing tracks Flipping the tube Biblical views Critical news Suspend my disbelief Then gimme comic relief and topical beef, yeah Think big, think different Think of why you're living Think big think different So what ya living for? I lick the tip of the pen And jot a tale of women and men, beginning to end Base em on the villains and heroism on my television 
The walking dead, the talking heads spreading fear of terrorism I’m just your friendly neighborhood observant man Jottin notes, dropping flows, sippin bourbon man I wanna better myself, spittin to nework Hoping for hella-wealth and minimal effort I think I deserve it even though I haven’t earned it 
Hooks and loops bring us together like we’re written in cursive Some of ya know me, a few scoutin' 
If you dig the lyrics then you probably owe me, but who’s countin Talk is cheap, that's why these rhymes are free Lost the beat awkwardly pardon me, look ,let’s talk it out My name is Vice Verse, I don’t know what I’m talkin about Repeat chorus

From where I stand I can see New York from here 
To think a man could earn a fortune through the course of a year 
I see a million ants marching to the beat of the city 
Pulling strings from the sky because of all the thievery in me Outstretching my hand from where I stand
 The center wouldn’t hold, and so I decorated the border with badlands The tone of peace, embellish it with the yelp of a siren 
Directing attention with the help of Poseidon
I I'm witnessing the structure of one another from a birds eye visual 
Above the clouds where the sounds are original
 Life’s but a dream but a dream isn’t livable 
And so I give em something to listen to 
I dedicate these rhymes to my spine in the times that were pivotal Admit it though, you’re just as guilty too If the world had a top I would be there 
If only I could work the numbers like a leap year From where I stand I can kind of see the top floor 
Sometimes I see them look down and I wonder if they want more 
But I don’t look for long because my body wasn’t built for that 
Instead I look ahead at that which keeps these skills intact 
See if the world had a top I wouldn’t be there, I wouldn’t there 
I know my number, I’m happy I have the capacity to be aware I see a million men marching to the beat of their hearts The rhythm of living given to people with spark 
I know at least two of my students will be improving this place 
I know I spent my youthful days perusing the waste amused at how it usually tastes
 I know there’s use in informing them of all the stupid mistakes former communities made But should I tell em bout the similarities of movements today So if the world had a top would you be there 
You think that you could work the numbers like a leap year? From where I float I can see the planet as it actually is 
Before me a sea of anonymity where these people practically live 
Every joke I ever laughed at 
Every fast track 
Every hazmat 
Every fat stack that's been devoted to abstract maps that were meant to patch facts all together for backpacks 
Yeah well I’m passed that 
I am the spaceman, I go great lengths for man 
Behind me is everything I’ve never known
 To think that mission control could determine the fate of my soul 
I play the pilot in evolving climates until I’m timeless
 I'm hearing fire sirens, vibrant red horizons shining through two tired eyelids
 I am the spaceman, I go great lengths for man, I’m here to reach ya If the world had a top I would be there If only I cold work the numbers like a leap year