Verse One - I once had on my hands, but now handling time, Is coping with life cycle and the mandatory grind, My sanity's fine, just short of stamina I'm, Searching for some food for thought to feed this of mind, And when I'm stagnant I rhyme, it the night turn to day, I churn my way through this to five and urban decay, Believe me it's bleak, and though the breaths in its sleep, It's just a paddock, no where a shepherds leading these sheep, Now prefer it covered up lie than the truth naked, The truth is ugly like cellulite; please publicly parade it, I it but to escape it would be luck on fluke, I feel I'm a dope beat but I'm stuck on loop, But that's my life cycle; freedom means 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 and narrow down illusionary lines.
Two - Pressure I once had for this game, but now this game of respect, Is sold to the highest bidder with some and a cheque, Now any can get respect without breaking his neck, Paying dues, time crews started paying some debt, It ain't lights and cameras, 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, ain't fading with trends, It ain't rich kids with pens, It the clothes on your back, or the label on them, It's where at, so I say it again, It's just my life music means everything to me, It's just a fashion show, don't believe everything you see, Cos if our eyes us lies the truth is we're blind, So keep on walking straight and narrow down lines.
Verse - Pressure That's just my life cycle, nothing matters but me free, my freedom and hip hop be meaning everything to me, Now face values and fashions everything we be, Believing everything we hear, and we see, So if our eyes us lies, then we usually find, Our visions cluttered by this scutter so the is we're blind, just poison food for thought for these dillusionary minds, So stop walking straight and narrow illusionary lines.