“Ego trippin’, playin’ both the victim and the villain/
My intuition told me that you felt that you was different/
You flew sky high, eyes wide, but blurry vision/
Screamin’ ‘I will never fall!’ til you got caught slippin’/
With the high-life… we know you ain’t livin’ it right/
Cause from the jump, we could tell you was a Icarus-type/
So swing low, sweet summer soul, the world can be cold/
The same thing that get you there, might take you out, and so it goes/”
- Spence
