Maze

Three blind mice as we’re lost in the maze route, lookin' for the easiest
possible way out.
Day in and day out, you run into a closed road.
Turning into old folk, chasing after rose gold.
What they don’t know is that it belongs to a fool.
Choosing wants over needs, singing songs of a mule.
Carrying their burdens when you barely know the person,
And that is the difference between a pharaoh and a servant.
I choose to serve no man but serve mankind,
At the same time avoiding all of Earth’s landmines.
You step in it and you blow up,
You exit or you grow up, or get locked up.
The pigs catch ya eating donuts.
But I’d rather rhyme bars than sit behind bars.
How can a prison cell contain this shining bright star.
They have no idea what I could do in a minute’s time.
Break down the walls of the maze and run through the finish line.