A rhythmic tale

Human beings are the stories they tell themselves.

The snake don't eat it's own tail, he begets it - get it?

Chicken/egg, babe. Chicken/egg.

So
its 5:59 and this is my story.
(beat)
Who am I?
(say)
Who am I?

Its 5:59 and blue day callin'
(yes)
Who am I?
(oh)
Who am I?

Let's get right down
to the nitty
and the
grit of it;

roll our sleeves
back up
til
we are quit of it.

(unfinished)