Verse 1:
so i was stopped at a cross walk truck screamed past
thinking i could take one step then SMASH!
blast off to places that i could take the mask off
face with my past and embrace what i passed off
stay fastened my feet to the damn ground
re-found it the peace from the campground--
where we used to sit with our feet in the water
growin up so carefree sheep to the slaughter--but
i wont settle. i wont back down
im never gonna give up, i'll find that sound
something that the people really vibe to--
to seek and see inside you and peep the truth (they're sick of being lied to)
fuck you. i don' need a institution
neither condescension when you speak of absolution
think you know this life better than i do?
just try to, you would lose your mind too scream and wanna die too
Verse 2:
i can't oppose violence with the prose
sometimes i wanna take a violin bow
shove it down the throat of a triflin' foe
play notes on his voc's till last breath goes
coaxing a hoax to the surface
rap with no purpose, the prevalence of which makes me nervous
some need to flex and bust techs direct
into necks of suspects reckless and the worthless
next the effect of the glamor and the glitz on these
amateur shits who still stammer when they spit
hammering the verse when the grammar doesn't fit
i be sculpting with precision with a vision and some wit
it's a given that the heads rejoice about my voice
but ill prove to rest that i'm choice
besting the noise that they blast through the radio
ask if i think im gonna make it and im past saying maybe yo
Verse 3:
i hate to be deceived,
i hate to see the people victimized by others greed
and be commanded what to think and how to live and breathe
like you consume or say a certain thing and lose reprieve
know what i mean huh?
i see em grow up, and gobble down the parent's throw-up
'cuz if they question or reject it then the belt will show up
and sure 'nough-- the hate will pass down from ass clowns
a rap sounds the perfect way for me to make it slow up. yup.
its up to YOU to raise your son to be a bigga man
and show that words accomplish more than any trigga can
you must explain to them the gravity of language and
emotions they invoke like all the shame that saying "nigga" can
know how to press the necessity to progress as an entity
representing a part of the fucking mess, you see.
too many souls [have] fallen victim to the numbers,
and obscurity encumbers people past the point of remedy