Missionary on a Mission of Recursion to Concision
Tyler, the Creator

Verse 1:
I’m a missionary on a quest, no time to rest,
Fighting through the chaos, gotta give it my best.
Recursion in my thoughts, like a spiral staircase,
Every step I take, I’m just searching for grace.

Chorus:
Round and round, I’m spinning in precision,
The art of simplification, it’s my only mission.
Can’t get lost in the details, gotta find my vision,
Missionary on a mission, call it mental incision.

Verse 2:
Back and forth with my heart, it’s a tug-of-war,
Every lesson learned brings me back to the core.
Concision in my speech, but my mind’s a maze,
I’m slicing through the noise, seeking clarity in haze.

Chorus:
Round and round, I’m spinning in precision,
The art of simplification, it’s my only mission.
Can’t get lost in the details, gotta find my vision,
Missionary on a mission, call it mental incision.

Bridge:
Echoes of my past calling me back,
But I’m armored up, and I’m ready for the attack.
Dissecting every issue, it’s the only way to heal,
Refined through recursion, I’m starting to feel.

Verse 3:
On this journey of words, I cherish the few,
Elevating less is more, it’s a radical view.
Navigating through life like a poet’s precision,
A missionary on a mission, chasing that vision.

Chorus:
Round and round, I’m spinning in precision,
The art of simplification, it’s my only mission.
Can’t get lost in the details, gotta find my vision,
Missionary on a mission, call it mental incision.

Outro:
So here’s my manifesto, I’ll stand up tall,
With every note I play, I’m giving it my all.
In the space of the mind where the echoes collide,
I’ll be a missionary, nowhere left to hide.