| It’s the end of a day | 
| And I made it this far | 
| But what will tomorrow, bring for me-eeeee? | 
| Further than they ever thought | 
| I made it this far learnin what they never taught | 
| Fingers is permanently curved, they forever crossed | 
| The cloud said I’m not alone if I ever walk | 
| But it’s easy to fall victim, harder to brush it off | 
| When any dream you dreamed will probably run along | 
| Time flies when you starin at the stars | 
| But time dies when you clear away your heart | 
| And fuck seein facades, none of that is payin | 
| Neither is complainin, just thank God you made it | 
| But what if you didn’t make it? | 
| What if this whole time | 
| Everything that you made, was a product of closed eyes | 
| And by the time you wake, the time that you had prayed | 
| Will still be on your side, took the time to fly away | 
| And before you even get to reflect | 
| The minute hands is walkin and you missin your steps | 
| Huh, it’s ironic ain’t it? | 
| You could try to wait it | 
| But there ain’t enough colors for you to try to paint it | 
| So tryin to explain it to anyone’ll get 'em lost | 
| And points don’t exist if they don’t ever get across | 
| Mama said it’s up to me to keep the lights on | 
| I said «cool, long as God keep the mics on» | 
| I could speak the right song or sing the right poem | 
| And I could find a way to light home | 
| — 2X — w/ sample playing in background | 
| I maintain, I maintain, I maintain | 
| I just maintain | 
| I maintain, I maintain | 
| As long as I could open my eyes, I maintain | 
| The sacrificial lamb, the carrier of loads | 
| Who showed no pain 'til he was carryin 'em home | 
| Who showed no gain but if you added up his growth | 
| It would show, that it was off balance from the go | 
| And from the go, chance wasn’t nothin that he knew | 
| Nothin that he was given or nothin he could have blew | 
| And the road was too dark that he wanted to lead | 
| But he said he saw better when his son was asleep | 
| So he starts footsteppin and he saw another set | 
| On the right and then he saw another on the left | 
| And every night, he’s judgin off a coin toss | 
| Clearin the way so that nothin throw the coin off | 
| When a decision is decided, he’s either tryin to hide it | 
| Or lookin for somebody that he could ride with | 
| Slow breathin, goin for evens tryin to break the odds | 
| So close to a murder he could taste the charge | 
| But, people’s lives depended on what he scribes | 
| So now his pen move differently and in time | 
| The pad may fill but the pen’ll never drive | 
| So as long as there’s a wall, he could penmanship his mind | 
| It sort of like coppin | 
| You only get half of what you wanted when you asked but you can’t seem | 
| To stop it | 
| I told 'em it’s just the problems we face | 
| Sittin on a stoop, starin up at God everyday | 
| But I felt like I was talkin to someone who couldn’t hear me | 
| Until I looked up and I saw that the one near me | 
| Who was lookin for advice was in common | 
| I just wasn’t lookin at 'em right and his problems | 
| Was similar, too similar, way too familiar | 
| Lookin into his eyes, was lookin into a mirror | 
| Tryin not to break it, along with who I be | 
| Saw that the whole time I was arguin with me (*echo*) | 
| — 4X — w/ sample playing in background | 
| It’s the end of a day | 
| And I made it this far |