Verse One - I once had time on my hands, but now time, Is with this life cycle and the mandatory grind, My sanity's fine, just short of stamina I'm, Searching for some food for 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 to five and urban decay, Believe me it's bleak, and though the 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 is ugly like cellulite; 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 believing we see, So if our eyes tell us the truth is we're blind, So keep on walking straight and narrow illusionary lines.
Verse Two - I once had respect for game, but now this game of respect, Is sold to the highest with some fame and a cheque, Now any layman can get without breaking his neck, Paying dues, time these crews paying some debt, It ain't and cameras, personalities on set, realities in their context, With no concepts, Who gives a fuck about a salary; this a popularity contest, Cos hip hop ain't for ends, Hip-hop ain't fading trends, It ain't rich playing with pens, It ain't the clothes on your back, or the on them, It's where at, so I say it again, just my life cycle; music means everything to me, It's just a fashion show, don't believe everything you see, Cos if our tell us lies the truth is we're blind, So keep on straight and narrow down illusionary lines.
Three - Pressure That's my life cycle, nothing matters but setting me free, Because my freedom and hip hop be meaning to me, Now values and fashions empower everything we be, Believing we hear, and everything we see, So if our eyes tell us lies, then we find, Our cluttered by this scutter so the truth is we're blind, It's poison food for thought for these dillusionary minds, So stop walking and narrow down illusionary lines.