(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 I'm stuck at the box office with every second my clock tosses Into my face, with a case of fate wasted and lost causes I've mocked and accosted, to the point that I got nauseous my flow's been plugged enough to stop faucets I've often about tossing this awesome gift to the wind And start crossing over to sin with this intention to blend I get from within I've protected my with a thin layer of pride and showmanship But both my coats are ripped and I can't seem to decide on clothes fit Supposing this rap shit actually pays off, I'm wondering if 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 when I write, I feel disturbance from the light I deal with dirt and yet I want to the earth and peel the surface to reveal it's perfect And words I wield with purpose, and yet nobody the plot They rather me rock off of the top pitfalls in my socks, so I walk with caution Somebody halt the auction! my soul's on sale, and I thought I lost it
(Chorus 2X) If I gotta fight for the of my life I'm gon' turn the other cheek (yeah) Cause I hate the way you me But I can't get of your love
(Verse 2) And who the hell am I to be? A holy priest holding a rosary? Some type of bold 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 these bolder 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 don't know if we both I scope the scene, and I'm watching these bills up I'm nice with a day-job, niggaz write all day and still suck And yet they fill clubs, sell a trillion and feel I kill dubs, but I don't have the to pay for real pub My chilled melts on occasion Cause brainwashed niggaz only my track if Clue or Flex will play it Who you expect to say shit if I don't? What? Cause I don't wanna be extorted by some cat who lets cash his playlists I'm for ways in, but entrances are sparse when you're hard to market Fuck art, cause thugs the smartest targets And I'm not abstract enough, so it backpackers are acting up And I thought it was half the battle, to have the love And pack a of skills, politics are ill and yo, it's real It seems I'm cruising, and they're still using crooked stones for wheels And when you know the deal, it doesn't evoke the appeal Like stolen Kosher Meals, lemme propose a to heal
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(Verse 3) I've sacrificed so facets of life, just to achieve this Love & definitive reason, to trust in agreements My family suffered a grievance when we discussed I was substituted for tunnel vision and it probably crushed all their feelings There's appeasing in the corruption of demons Feeding me vehemently delusions of bucks from succeeding But times up, months it's Peeling the scabs off of that are bleeding knowing I had it as tough as Jesus This shit doesn't or even touches what he did But, will I be signed by 33? Cause my were fucking depleted Blessed with a gift, equipped to assist in the destruction of But, please, would god really want me emcees, then? (Ha) I must be conceited, Well, I'm out by the lack of self-esteem felt since I've learned how to read & write Overcompensation spelled relief the rhyme schemes are tight Then I feel the weight of a cheapened life when 5, 000 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 you'll see why every review's like another line on my scarred wrist light-hearted voice becomes jailed by the darkness It's impossible to trap my lips, when I have to I try to swim away, but I keep getting dragged back in Come to find my automatically swimming backwards, Cause I'm a Masochist
(Outro 3X) If I gotta fight for the of my life Then I'm turn the other cheek (yeah) I hate the way you hurt me But I can't get enough of love