(Verse 1) Everything happens for a 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 second my clock tosses Into my face, smacked with a of fate wasted and lost causes I've been and accosted, to the point that I got nauseous Though my flow's been enough 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 my skin 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 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 been hurt This curse, evil urge I feel for verses Is one of my life's perversions I seal my curtains when I write, I feel from the light 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 the plot They rather me rock off of the top There's in my socks, so I walk with caution Somebody halt the auction! Cause my soul's on sale, and I thought I it
(Chorus 2X) If I gotta fight for the rest of my Then I'm turn 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 Some type of bold stoic Moses of poetry? Should I be holding heat to pose for the A total phoney? If I said my name was 'Tony' would you 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 of grief I choke and breathe Loaded with my hopes and dreams, yet I don't know if we both believe I the scene, and I'm watching these bills build 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 to pay for real pub My chilled love on occasion brainwashed niggaz only feelin' 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 determine his I'm for ways in, but entrances are sparse when you're hard to market art, cause thugs 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 have the And pack a truckload of skills, are ill and yo, it's real It seems I'm cruising, and they're still using crooked stones for wheels And when you the deal, it doesn't evoke the most appeal Like Kosher Meals, lemme propose a toast to heal
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(Verse 3) I've sacrificed so many facets of life, just to achieve Love & definitive reason, to trust in agreements My family suffered a grievance when we I was leaving Seeming substituted for tunnel vision and it probably crushed all their There's something appeasing in the corruption of Feeding me vehemently lustful delusions of bucks succeeding But times up, it's exceeded Peeling the scabs off of that are bleeding knowing I ain't had it as tough as This shit doesn't compete or even what he did But, will I be by 33? Cause my teens were fucking depleted Blessed with a gift, equipped to in the destruction of heathens But, please, god really want me snuffing emcees, then? (Ha) I must be conceited, Well, I'm balanced out by the of self-esteem I've felt since I've learned how to & write Overcompensation spelled relief when the rhyme schemes are Then I feel the weight of a cheapened life when 5, 000 die (SOB! SOB!) bad for the rap artist? But pour your soul into something for responses that's Terminate on the basis of past hardships And then you'll see why every review's like line on my scarred wrist This light-hearted voice becomes by the darkness It's impossible to trap my lips, when I have to I try to swim away, but I keep getting back in this Come to my arms automatically swimming backwards, Cause I'm a Masochist
(Outro 3X) If I gotta fight for the rest of my Then I'm gon' turn the other (yeah) Cause I the way you hurt me But I can't get enough of your