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