| Eh, uh huh
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| Lawd, Knowledge
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| Uh huh, eh
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| Off with they heads again
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| Lost my philosophy
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| Blood from the guillotine drips causing a shallow puddle
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| Watch it trickle down to the gutter to please the peons
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| Going inside a cluster of thoughts, they all negative
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| My attention span isn’t vast, it’s vague and vulnerable, yes
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| I feel the test of character, I can’t continue to fall
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| These passages passing judgement like relics wrote 'em theyselves
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| Religious leaders and hypocritical seekers that read a chapter and only take
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| from what they can gain
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| My frame of mind is fine in sanctity, it’s sheltered from hate
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| I state the obvious for some, I feel like most can’t relate
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| Embrace the pain I took from solitude like love to the youth
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| I get in the booth, I’m moving and getting
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| I said that I’m searching for truth, living aloof
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| So why are you looking confused?
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| I do whatever I choose
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| I’ve been aware of the consequences and the repercussions
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| Complicated cousins I will cut 'em off
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| I am self efficient so it’s fuck 'em all
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| And if it ain’t about you then don’t get involved
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| I am working to make it all possible
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| I can overcome the obstacles
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| No one is living this life but me
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| Story like I’m Mephistopheles
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| I wanna sit for a second
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| I don’t think anyone listen
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| Taking a moment, I’m making 'em realize that it’s my time and I want it all
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| For the simple fact I’m on another level
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| People talk but they ain’t really ready
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| I could give a fuck about a failure
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| Never sorry and I tried to tell ya
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| Confidence, that shit can get ya killed
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| Death in dozens over dollar bills
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| Shit get realer when the rent is due
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| Anything for you to make it through
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| Destitution ain’t a fucking option, it’s a fucking problem, I’ma find the answer
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| You pedantic with your pessimism
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| Do revision on your attitude
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| Motivated, tryna make it happen
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| This life’s a game but I like to play it
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| Satanic forces wanna hold me back
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| But I been focused on a holy land
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| Like a resurrection out of Nazareth
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| And I’m a labyrinth with this rapping shit
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| I been maximizing all my potential
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| Like expose a loss and don’t show a win
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| But I chose to live with my list of sins
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| If you listening, I make it obvious
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| I can’t contradict for no dollar sign
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| I don’t feel connected to a net worth
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| So I keep pushing and I hope it works
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| I feel like I’m running in place, nowhere to escape
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| I’m stuck in a vigorous chase
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| Illicitly setting the tempo and pace
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| I never settle for less, expressing emotions I used to repress
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| The lyrical fashion in which I confessed
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| I fight for my sanity, I will contest
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| But nevertheless, I’m working, admitting my stress
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| Finding a way to relate, these people are fake
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| They giving me hate like a fade
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| As though I should pay attention, you don’t get a mention
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| Measure me by the man that I am
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| A nigga that’s playing his hand
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| do this shit without no help
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| pushing limits
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| Putting my all into every sentence
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| Sanctified by the all mighty
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| Very focused is the way you find me
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| Meeker man’ll give a pissed opinion
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| Bitter life, I creative
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| Innovative boy to say the least
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| I’ve been a fucking beast, I’m off the fucking leash
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| But I will not retreat, I don’t care for it
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| I accepted the life that I chose so I stay composed
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| But niggas ain’t feeling me tho'
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| Lawd
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| Knowledge, nigga
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| Dave West on the beat
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| Uh huh, uh huh, lawd, eh |