Writer: Matthew Dass, Virgil Wolfe, Michael Seward
Composer: Joseph Fusaro
Lyrics
There would be poems on the wall but words of wisdom have a better flavour may you get as much as you give Preservation of the self is always at the top of the list A kiss to the temple Fire burning in my gut like I’m fueled by Calcifer The body is ornamental The spirit is essential Combative nature towards nurture is a wound with no suture Buffoons with no future Boons with no looters I contort energy into prism-lit pragmatic solutions for broke nigga syndrome Destiny defined by the state of your mental Adjust tactics to provide for the kinfolk The wind blows simple Lips to the wisdom My core got a blue tint like Iron Man’s chest BearTooth Super Crew Supreme Team dungeon crawlers slaying demons in their nest
Joseph Fusaro, Matthew Dass, Michael Seward, Virgil Wolfe