Verse One - I had time on my hands, but now handling time, Is coping with life cycle and the mandatory grind, My sanity's fine, just falling of stamina I'm, Searching for some food for thought to this famine of mind, And when I'm stagnant I rhyme, it the night turn to day, I my way through this nine to five and urban decay, Believe me it's bleak, and though the city's in its sleep, It's just a paddock, no where a shepherds leading these sheep, Now most prefer it covered up lie the truth naked, The truth is ugly like cellulite; don't 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 value's got us believing everything we see, So if our eyes us lies the truth is we're blind, So keep on walking straight and down illusionary lines.
Two - Pressure I once had respect for game, but now this game of respect, Is sold to the highest with some fame and a cheque, Now any layman can get respect without his neck, Paying dues, these crews started paying some debt, It ain't and cameras, personalities on set, Distorting in their context, With no concepts, Who gives a fuck about a salary; ain't a popularity contest, Cos hip hop ain't for ends, Hip-hop fading with trends, It ain't rich kids with 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 music means everything to me, just a fashion show, nah; don't believe everything you see, Cos if our eyes tell us the truth is we're blind, So keep on walking straight and down illusionary lines.
Verse Three - That's just my life cycle, nothing but setting me free, my freedom and hip hop be meaning everything to me, Now face and fashions empower everything we be, Believing everything we hear, and we see, So if our eyes tell us lies, we usually find, Our visions 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.