Verse One - I had time on my hands, but now handling time, Is coping with this life cycle and the grind, My sanity's fine, just falling of stamina I'm, Searching for some food for thought to feed famine of mind, And when I'm stagnant I rhyme, it helps the turn to day, I churn my way through this nine to five and decay, Believe me bleak, and though the city's breaths in its sleep, It's a paddock, ain't no where a shepherds leading these sheep, Now most prefer it covered up lie than the naked, The truth is ugly like cellulite; please publicly parade it, I hate it but to escape it be luck on fluke, I feel like I'm a dope beat but I'm on loop, But that's my life cycle; freedom means to me, And face value's got us everything we see, So if our eyes us lies the truth is we're blind, So keep on walking straight and down illusionary lines.
Verse Two - I once had respect for this game, but now this of respect, Is sold to the highest bidder some fame and a cheque, Now any can get respect without breaking his neck, dues, time these crews started paying some debt, It lights and cameras, personalities on set, realities in their context, With no concepts, Who gives a fuck a salary; this ain't a popularity contest, Cos hip hop ain't for ends, Hip-hop fading with trends, It ain't rich kids playing pens, It ain't the on your back, or the label on them, where you're at, so I say it again, It's just my life cycle; music everything to me, It's just a fashion show, nah; don't believe you see, Cos if our eyes tell us lies the is we're blind, So on walking straight and narrow down illusionary lines.
Verse - Pressure That's my life cycle, nothing matters but setting me free, Because my freedom and hip hop be everything to me, Now values and fashions empower everything we be, Believing we hear, and everything we see, So if our eyes us lies, then we usually find, Our visions cluttered by this scutter so the is we're blind, It's just poison food for thought for dillusionary minds, So stop walking straight and down illusionary lines.