Verse One - I once had on my hands, but now handling time, Is coping with this cycle and the mandatory grind, My sanity's fine, just short of stamina I'm, for some food for thought to feed this famine of mind, And when I'm stagnant I rhyme, it the night turn to day, I churn my way through nine to five and urban decay, Believe me it's bleak, and though the city's in its sleep, It's just a paddock, ain't no where a shepherds these sheep, Now most prefer it covered up lie the truth naked, The truth is ugly like please 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; means everything to me, And face got us believing everything we see, So if our eyes tell us lies the is we're blind, So keep on walking straight and narrow down lines.
Two - Pressure I once had respect for this game, but now game of respect, Is sold to the 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 lights and cameras, personalities on set, Distorting in their context, no originality concepts, Who gives a fuck about a salary; this ain't a contest, Cos hip hop faking for ends, Hip-hop fading with trends, It ain't rich kids playing pens, It ain't the clothes on back, or the label on them, It's where at, so I say it again, It's just my life cycle; music everything to me, It's a fashion show, nah; don't believe everything you see, Cos if our eyes tell us the truth is we're blind, So on walking straight and narrow down illusionary lines.
Three - Pressure That's just my life cycle, matters but setting me free, my freedom and hip hop be meaning everything to me, Now face values and fashions everything we be, Believing we hear, and everything we see, So if our eyes tell us lies, we usually find, Our visions cluttered by this so the truth is we're blind, It's just poison food for thought for dillusionary minds, So stop walking straight and narrow illusionary lines.