Foresight

First sight, second sight, third strike, foresight
I should wanna mention, but I'm clenching my jaw tight
Cause when it's my turn to speak I can't talk right
Write on the walls as I walk toward the light
First sight, second sight, third strike, foresight
I should wanna mention, but I'm clenching my jaw tight
Cause when it's my turn to speak I can't talk right
Write on the walls as I walk toward the light

My momma said I had to see it to believe it
Made an appointment since I hate to disappoint, I keep it
In the mini-mall parking lot where universal secrets
Reveal themselves to nail technicians in the evenings
I walk into this nail salon, the conversation ceases
I asked the nearest customer where I could hear a reading
She pointed toward the back, face slack, not speaking
Seen the candles and the virgins and the curtain, it was beaded
Greeted by the gypsy woman who looked me in my eyes
Said it's free the first time since you're the unsure kind
I says that you're inclined somehow to make words rhyme
And people pay to be with you and speak for a certain time
Wait, I see the believers with they hands to the ceiling
You deal with intimate feelings, you work with symbols and meaning
I say chill, respect the skill so I won't blow the cover
Here's a hundred dollar bill, quit lying to my mother

First sight, second sight, third strike, foresight
I should wanna mention, but I'm clenching my jaw tight
Cause when it's my turn to speak I can't talk right
Write on the walls as I walk toward the light
First sight, second sight, third strike, foresight
I should wanna mention, but I'm clenching my jaw tight
Cause when it's my turn to speak I can't talk right
Write on the walls as I walk toward the light

Throwing stones from inside a glass prison
Wash those sweaty hands, most forget to value what they already have
Palms read in prose form, crystal ball engineer
Hides behind the kitsch culture circus veneer
The symbolism spilling hairs on their little chins
The djinn's middle finger makes the world spin
Swimming in a sea of sin
Irrational practices, you won't bury the hatchet
Got a taste for beef, but this consultation should cleanse your palate
Change direction, you caught up in the gimmick
Under a glass ceiling can't access a bigger vision
And vultures are just hanging there, cowl neck
Who's gon' get the fowl next? I shout vexed
Tyrannosaurus inside a proud chest
Heavy reading, both candlelit and epic
Got me squeezing pressure points, set up shop and then I wreck it
Check the method, the four counts for the record
And four platinum tracks spans a nebula in a second

First sight, second sight, third strike, foresight
I should wanna mention, but I'm clenching my jaw tight
Cause when it's my turn to speak I can't talk right
Write on the walls as I walk toward the light
First sight, second sight, third strike, foresight
I should wanna mention, but I'm clenching my jaw tight
Cause when it's my turn to speak I can't talk right
Write on the walls as I walk toward the light

Near the end of this record, there will be a period of silence
During this period, let yourself experience whatever is best for you
Let yourself experience whatever is best for you

In this era of fake news, existential terror and tricknowledge
Don't get fooled or confused by the views and the gimmicks
They scanning your brain for data and analytics
They used to tell lies to your vision
Now they read minds with precision
Falling for the script, constantly self-snitching
You conversate in private with your confirmation bias
But the stars ain't in alignment with the subject of your science
Epic Beardman, Tricknology
Use your foresight, make it to the future