Verse One - I once had on my hands, but now handling time, Is coping with this life and the mandatory grind, My sanity's fine, just falling short of I'm, Searching for some food for thought to feed famine of mind, And I'm stagnant I rhyme, it helps the night turn to day, I churn my way through this nine to and urban 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 up lie than the truth naked, The truth is ugly like cellulite; please don't parade it, I hate it but to it would be luck on fluke, I feel like I'm a dope but I'm stuck on loop, But that's my life freedom means everything to me, And face value's got us everything we see, So if our tell us lies the truth is we're blind, So keep on walking straight and narrow down 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 can get respect without breaking his neck, Paying dues, time these crews started some debt, It lights and cameras, personalities on set, realities in their context, With no concepts, Who gives a fuck about a this ain't a popularity contest, Cos hip hop faking for ends, Hip-hop fading with trends, It ain't kids playing with pens, It ain't the clothes on your back, or the 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 eyes tell us the truth is we're blind, So keep on walking straight and down illusionary lines.
Verse - Pressure That's my life cycle, nothing matters but setting me free, my freedom and hip hop be meaning everything to me, Now values and fashions empower everything we be, Believing we hear, and everything we see, So if our tell us lies, then we usually find, Our cluttered by this scutter so the truth is we're blind, It's just poison for thought for these dillusionary minds, So stop walking straight and down illusionary lines.