[Verse 3] Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly across the sun It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escaping on the run And but for the sky there are no fences facing And if you hear vague traces of skipping reels of rhyme To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind I wouldn't pay it any mind It's just a shadow you're seeing that he's chasing
Heres the runner up btw