Verse One - I had time on my hands, but now handling time, Is with this life cycle and the mandatory 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 night to day, I churn my way through this nine to five and decay, me it's bleak, and though the city's breaths in its sleep, It's a paddock, ain't no where a shepherds leading these sheep, Now prefer it covered up lie than the truth naked, The truth is ugly like cellulite; don't publicly parade it, I hate it but to it would be luck on fluke, I like I'm a dope beat but I'm stuck on loop, But my life cycle; freedom means everything 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.
Verse Two - I once had respect for game, but now this game of respect, Is to the highest bidder with some fame and a cheque, Now any layman can get respect without his neck, Paying dues, time these crews started paying debt, It ain't lights and cameras, on set, Distorting in their context, no originality concepts, Who gives a fuck about a salary; this a popularity contest, Cos hip hop ain't for ends, ain't fading with trends, It rich kids playing with pens, It ain't the clothes on back, or the label on them, where you're at, so I say it again, It's just my life cycle; music means to me, It's a fashion show, nah; don't believe everything you see, Cos if our tell us lies the truth is we're blind, So keep on walking straight and down illusionary lines.
Three - Pressure That's just my cycle, nothing matters but setting me free, Because my and hip hop be meaning everything to me, Now face values and fashions empower we be, everything we hear, and everything we see, So if our eyes tell us lies, we usually find, Our cluttered by this scutter so the truth is we're blind, It's just food for thought for these dillusionary minds, So stop walking and narrow down illusionary lines.