| Self incarceration, writing these bars
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| Doubt how much fight in my heart is left
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| No longer see the life from the spark
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| My pen relined in the dark
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| No longer reclined any thought
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| I grab it, it’s dying to be forced
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| A diamond of sorts, see it as my last resort
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| Maybe one day, we’ll travel and stay at resorts
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| See, I roll with a chosen few
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| Because only so many people can have your back when these moments brew
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| Shattered dreams left a broken view
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| Careful riding nextto the cycle of life because the spokes protrude
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| Spitting food for thought they won’t consume
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| What’s one supposed to do?
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| If it cured (?), but the folks immune
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| Dope rappers a dime a dozen, they not abundant
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| It’s hard to stick out so instead you might eye a puppet
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| It be the reason why you find a bucket throwing guts
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| I’m spitting realness in my saliva, soak it up
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| Throw my ills over this ghetto guitar
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| It’s still hip-hop, no heavy metal involved
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| I’m up stressing the cause
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| My dreams are dependent on songs
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| An unheard voice, the bars they just cycle the halls |
| I’m disgruntled, just mumble under my breath
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| Tunnel vision a ton of spitting belittle a son of a bitch
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| Coming to grips, under equipped, can’t stomach the shit
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| Done with the vents, contradictory, jumping the fence
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| I wanna put my fam in a house, dance with a spouse
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| The look on my baby girl as she glances about
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| Y’all looking sour like you took a jab in the mouth
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| Swipe you of your lead role, I be the protagonist now
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| I got a buzz that’s little to none, you figure I’m done?
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| I’m far to stubborn to drop the pen and just run
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| I’ll fight the losing battle as long as the few of you look bedazzled
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| And took the time out in order to push the album
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| I’m many things to a lot of people
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| (BBZ) Darney and I, we had to drop the sequel
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| Rebuttal of common evil, commandeer
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| Sentences, I should’ve put a comma here
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| The ambition to (?) oxygen, I’m outta here
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| Throw my ills over this ghetto guitar
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| It’s still hip-hop, no heavy metal involved
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| I’m up stressing the cause
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| My dreams are dependent on songs
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| An unheard voice, the bars they just cycle the halls |