Verse One - I once had on my hands, but now handling time, Is coping with life cycle and the mandatory grind, My fine, just falling short of stamina I'm, Searching for some food for thought to feed this of mind, And I'm stagnant I rhyme, it helps the night turn to day, I my way through this nine to five and urban decay, Believe me bleak, and though the city's breaths in its sleep, It's just a paddock, ain't no where a leading these sheep, Now prefer it covered up lie than the truth naked, The truth is ugly like please don't publicly parade it, I it but to escape it would be luck on fluke, I feel like I'm a dope 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.
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 respect breaking his neck, Paying dues, time crews started paying some debt, It ain't lights and cameras, on set, Distorting realities in context, no originality concepts, Who gives a fuck a salary; this ain't a popularity contest, Cos hip hop ain't for ends, Hip-hop ain't fading trends, It ain't rich playing with pens, It the clothes on your back, or the label on them, where you're at, so I say it again, It's just my life cycle; music means to me, It's just a fashion show, don't believe everything you see, Cos if our eyes tell us the truth is we're blind, So keep on straight and narrow down illusionary lines.
Verse - Pressure That's just my life cycle, nothing matters but me free, Because my freedom and hip hop be everything to me, Now face 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 cluttered by this scutter so the truth is blind, just poison food for thought for these dillusionary minds, So walking straight and narrow down illusionary lines.