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