| There once was a man who would cry out his eyes | 
| Laughing and singing his sorrow, tomorrow and time after time | 
| Somewhere lost in his mind, back at the scene of the crime | 
| Walking in search of a friend for the night | 
| Between a rock and a quarry, oh sorry but you’re not my type | 
| I won’t put up a fight, please lead me back to the light | 
| Please lead me back | 
| Back to the light | 
| Back to the track with a knack for your type | 
| Flashback to my black bachelor life | 
| That I left in the past with the passion of Christ | 
| A massive assassin on past international nights | 
| Fuck your feelings, we ain’t talking about fear | 
| And no my niggas not talking 'bout beer | 
| When they say that they got a taste for a natural light | 
| Don’t let your impulse make you a slave | 
| Don’t let it take you away, to a place with an ace | 
| And a spade, where you ache for the sake | 
| Making in a year what they make in a day | 
| Locked in a cage with your generational rage | 
| Hate generates renegades | 
| Showing their ass to the crowd 'cause they can’t take it to the stage | 
| Been feeling real good man, when I see myself | 
| First time in my life feeling like I can finally be myself | 
| Cashews on special, shit I might treat myself | 
| I drop science not history bitch, I don’t repeat myself | 
| Nigga be mad I said it, y’all niggas not gon' set it | 
| Y’all niggas wait for permission to engage | 
| Motherfucker I been wedded, in your DNA, I’m embedded | 
| Rap game Sallie Mae, y’all indebted | 
| Pray to the Lord for a course that’ll feed me, long as it leads me | 
| Please lead me back to the light | 
| Please lead me back to the light | 
| If you are on the receiving end of this message | 
| Congratulations, you made it |