Verse One - I had time on my hands, but now handling time, Is coping with this life cycle and the grind, My sanity's fine, falling short of stamina I'm, Searching for some 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 just a paddock, ain't no 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 I'm a dope beat but I'm stuck on loop, But that's my cycle; freedom means everything to me, And face value's got us everything we see, So if our eyes tell us lies the is we're blind, So on walking straight and narrow down illusionary 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 can get respect without breaking his neck, Paying dues, time these crews started paying debt, It lights and cameras, personalities on set, realities in their context, With no concepts, Who a fuck about a salary; this ain't a popularity contest, Cos hip hop ain't 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 you're at, so I say it again, It's just my life cycle; music means to me, It's just a fashion show, nah; believe everything you see, Cos if our eyes tell us lies the is we're blind, So on walking straight and narrow down illusionary lines.
Verse Three - That's just my life cycle, nothing but setting me free, Because my freedom and hip hop be everything to me, Now values and fashions empower everything we be, Believing everything we hear, and we see, So if our eyes tell us lies, then we find, Our visions 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 illusionary lines.