Verse One - I once had time on my hands, but now time, Is coping this life cycle and the mandatory grind, My sanity's fine, just falling short of I'm, Searching for some food for thought to this famine of mind, And when I'm stagnant I rhyme, it helps the turn to day, I my way through this nine to five and urban 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 it covered up lie than the truth naked, The truth is like cellulite; please don't publicly parade it, I hate it but to escape it would be on fluke, I feel like I'm a 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 us lies the truth is we're blind, So keep on straight and narrow down illusionary lines.
Two - Pressure I once had respect for this game, but now 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 these crews started paying debt, It ain't lights and cameras, on set, realities in their context, With no concepts, Who gives a about a salary; this ain't a popularity contest, Cos hip hop faking for ends, Hip-hop fading with trends, It ain't rich kids playing pens, It the clothes on your back, or the label on them, It's you're at, so I say it again, It's just my life cycle; means everything to me, It's just a fashion show, nah; believe everything you see, Cos if our tell us lies the truth is we're blind, So on walking straight and narrow down illusionary lines.
Verse Three - That's just my cycle, nothing matters but setting me free, Because my freedom and hip hop be meaning to me, Now face values and empower everything we be, Believing everything we hear, and we see, So if our eyes us lies, then we usually find, Our cluttered by this scutter so the truth is we're blind, just poison food for thought for these dillusionary minds, So stop walking straight and narrow down lines.