Verse One - I had time on my hands, but now handling time, Is coping this life cycle and the mandatory grind, My sanity's fine, falling short of stamina I'm, for some food for thought to feed this famine of mind, And I'm stagnant I rhyme, it helps the night turn to day, I churn my way through this nine to five and decay, Believe me it's bleak, and the city's breaths in its sleep, It's a paddock, ain't no where a shepherds leading these sheep, Now most prefer it covered up lie the truth naked, The truth is ugly like cellulite; please don't publicly it, I hate it but to escape it would be on fluke, I feel like I'm a dope beat but I'm on loop, But my life cycle; freedom means everything to me, And face value's got us believing we see, So if our eyes us lies the truth is we're blind, So keep on walking and narrow down illusionary lines.
Verse Two - I once had respect for this game, but now this of respect, Is sold to the highest bidder with fame and a cheque, Now any layman can get without breaking his neck, Paying dues, time these crews started paying debt, It lights and cameras, personalities on set, Distorting in their context, With no concepts, Who gives a fuck a salary; this ain't a popularity contest, Cos hip hop faking for ends, Hip-hop ain't with trends, It ain't rich playing with 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; means everything to me, It's just a show, nah; don't believe everything you see, Cos if our tell us lies the truth is we're blind, So keep on straight and narrow down illusionary lines.
Three - Pressure That's my life cycle, nothing matters but setting 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 tell us lies, we usually find, Our visions cluttered by scutter so the truth is we're blind, It's just poison for thought for these dillusionary minds, So stop walking and narrow down illusionary lines.