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 food for thought to feed famine of mind, And when I'm I rhyme, it helps the night turn to day, I churn my way through nine to five and urban decay, Believe me bleak, and though the city's breaths in its sleep, just a paddock, ain't no where a shepherds leading these sheep, Now most it covered up lie than the truth naked, The truth is ugly like please don't publicly parade it, I hate it but to escape it would be on fluke, I feel like I'm a beat but I'm stuck on loop, But that's my life cycle; freedom everything to me, And value's got us believing everything we see, So if our tell us lies the truth is we're blind, So keep on walking straight and narrow illusionary lines.
Two - Pressure I had respect for this game, but now this game of respect, Is to the highest bidder with some fame and a cheque, Now any layman can get respect without his neck, Paying dues, these crews started paying some debt, It ain't and cameras, personalities on set, realities 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 fading trends, It ain't kids playing with pens, It the clothes on your back, or the label on them, It's you're at, so I say it again, It's just my life cycle; music everything 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 keep on walking and narrow down illusionary lines.
Three - Pressure That's just my life cycle, matters but setting me free, Because my freedom and hip hop be meaning to me, Now face values and fashions everything we be, Believing everything we hear, and we see, So if our eyes tell us lies, we usually find, Our visions by this scutter so the truth is we're blind, It's just poison food for thought for these minds, So stop straight and narrow down illusionary lines.