(Verse 1) Everything for a reason And my reason to to see shit happen for a reason One event to the next It's like I'm stuck at the box office with every second my tosses Into my face, smacked with a case of fate and lost causes I've been and accosted, to the point that I got nauseous Though my been plugged enough to stop faucets I've thought often tossing this awesome gift to the wind And start crossing over to sin with this intention to blend that I get from I've protected my with a thin layer of pride and showmanship But both my coats are ripped and I can't to decide on clothes that fit Supposing this rap shit pays off, I'm wondering if it'll all be worth it Cause this is what everyone in my life has ever been with This curse, evil urge I feel for verses Is one of my real perversions I seal my when I write, I feel disturbance from the light I deal dirt and yet I want 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 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 turn the other cheek (yeah) Cause I the way you hurt me But I can't get enough of your
(Verse 2) And who the hell am I to be? A priest holding a rosary? Some type of bold stoic Moses of poetry? Should I be holding to pose for the streets A phoney? If I said my name was 'Tony' would you know it's me? Supposedly, T-O-N-E flow with ease these bolder beats But the flow's too to pay for groceries And in the throws of grief I and breathe with my parents hopes and dreams, yet I don't know if we both believe I scope the scene, and I'm watching these build up I'm nice with a day-job, niggaz write all day and still suck And yet they fill clubs, sell a trillion and sluts I kill dubs, but I have the mills to pay for real pub My chilled love melts on Cause brainwashed niggaz only my track if Clue or Flex will play it Who you expect to say this shit if I What? Cause I don't wanna be extorted by cat who lets cash determine his playlists I'm searching for ways in, but entrances are sparse when hard to market Fuck art, cause aren't the smartest targets And I'm not abstract enough, so it seems are acting up And I thought it was half the battle, just to the love And pack a truckload of skills, politics are ill and yo, it's It seems I'm cruising, and they're still using these crooked stones for And when you know the deal, it evoke the most appeal Like stolen Kosher Meals, propose a toast to heal
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(Verse 3) sacrificed so many facets of life, just to achieve this From Love & reason, to trust in agreements My family a grievance when we discussed I was leaving 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 bucks succeeding But times up, months exceeded Peeling the scabs off of that are bleeding knowing I ain't had it as as Jesus This shit doesn't compete or even what he did But, will I be by 33? Cause my teens were fucking depleted with a gift, equipped to assist in the destruction of heathens But, please, would god really me snuffing emcees, then? (Ha) I must be conceited, Well, I'm out by the lack of self-esteem I've felt since I've learned how to & write Overcompensation spelled relief when the rhyme 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 on the basis of past hardships And you'll see why every review's like another line on my scarred wrist This light-hearted voice becomes jailed by the impossible to trap my lips, when I have to spit I try to away, but I keep getting dragged back in this to find my arms automatically swimming backwards, Cause I'm a Masochist
(Outro 3X) If I gotta fight for the of my life Then I'm gon' turn the other (yeah) Cause I the way you hurt me But I get enough of your love