(Verse 1) Everything happens for a And my reason to to see shit happen for a reason One event to the next like I'm stuck at the box office with every second my clock tosses Into my face, smacked with a case of fate wasted and causes I've been mocked and accosted, to the point that I got Though my flow's been plugged enough to stop I've thought often about tossing this awesome gift to the And start crossing over to sin with this intention to that I get from within I've protected my skin with a thin of pride and showmanship But both my are ripped and I can't seem to decide on clothes that fit this rap shit actually pays off, I'm wondering if it'll all be worth it Cause this is what everyone in my life has ever hurt with This curse, this urge I feel for verses Is one of my real perversions I my curtains when I write, I feel disturbance from the light I deal with dirt and yet I want to heal the earth and peel the surface to it's perfect And words I wield purpose, and yet nobody follows the plot rather hear me rock off of the top There's in my socks, so I walk with caution Somebody halt the auction! Cause my on sale, and I thought I lost it
(Chorus 2X) If I fight for the rest of my life Then I'm gon' the other cheek (yeah) I hate the way you hurt me But I can't get of your love
(Verse 2) And who the am I supposed to be? A holy priest holding a rosary? type of bold stoic Moses of poetry? Should I be holding to pose for the streets A total phoney? If I said my was 'Tony' would you know it's me? Supposedly, T-O-N-E flow with ease over these beats But the flow's too cheap to pay for And in the throws of I choke and breathe Loaded with my parents hopes and dreams, yet I know if we both believe I scope the scene, and I'm watching these bills up I'm nice with a day-job, these niggaz write all day and suck And yet they clubs, sell a trillion and feel sluts I kill dubs, but I don't have the mills to pay for pub My chilled love on occasion Cause brainwashed only feelin' my track if Clue or Flex will play it Who you to say this shit if I don't? What? Cause I don't wanna be extorted by some cat who lets cash determine his I'm searching for ways in, but are sparse when you're hard to market Fuck art, cause thugs aren't the smartest And I'm not enough, so it seems backpackers are acting up And I thought it was half the battle, just to have the And pack a truckload of skills, politics are ill and yo, it's It I'm cruising, and they're still using these crooked stones for wheels And when you the deal, it doesn't evoke the most appeal Like stolen Kosher Meals, lemme a toast to heal
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(Verse 3) I've so many facets of life, just to achieve this From Love & reason, to trust in agreements My family suffered a grievance we discussed I was leaving Seeming substituted for vision and it probably crushed all their feelings There's something appeasing in the of demons Feeding me vehemently lustful of bucks from succeeding But up, months it's exceeded Peeling the scabs off of that are bleeding knowing I had it as tough as Jesus shit doesn't compete or even touches what he did But, will I be signed by 33? Cause my were fucking depleted Blessed with a gift, to assist in the destruction of heathens But, please, would god really me snuffing emcees, then? (Ha) I must be conceited, Well, I'm balanced out by the of self-esteem I've since I've learned how to read & write Overcompensation spelled when the rhyme schemes are tight Then I feel the weight of a cheapened life 5, 000 people die (SOB! SOB!) bad for the rap artist? But pour soul into something for responses that's half-hearted Terminate relationships on the of past hardships And then you'll see why every review's like another on my scarred wrist This light-hearted voice becomes by the darkness It's impossible to my lips, when I have to spit I try to swim away, but I keep getting dragged in this Come to find my arms swimming backwards, Cause I'm a Masochist
(Outro 3X) If I fight for the rest of my life Then I'm gon' turn the other (yeah) Cause I the way you hurt me But I can't get enough of love