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