verse 2 nothing leads to nowhere on those days i focus the lights away the fight to stay above ground is one i lose with each passing phase pressure from a lack of pay keeps me at odds on even the nicest day all sights are gray the rain covers up my enlightened gauge at a age where there's no turning back once my life's a stray thought to be headed the right way but i’m caught in the obvious cycle starving alone in the dark bracing my brain for the light bulb write sharper than quil and still spill the release of memories hook a look ahead at things to come but further from the almost done lessons for the future acquired from the rhyming tongue

verse 1 thinking positive will help when the pressure is getting worse feeling down is only something you feel when you don’t assert life is low and it knows how to kick you right where it hurts just another reason to disassemble the vision first what is it worth a question i unearth from the date of birth removed from my native dirt to pursue an unaided thirst -slavery made us work while they hung us on day of church - now they can aim and burst and say it’s the way it work i’m feeling the pain and the strain weighing me down trying to think of a reason for putting up with these clowns haven’t reached an elder age and don’t know if i can afford it leading a black life thru vision that’s been distorted feel like a walking corpse or target practice for enforcement too dumb to get a head or so it’s thought by the majority majority being the one’s holding the authority lacking my support in the workforce laboratory hook there's no more future when your eyes are closed better sleep with a wink or you could hide i suppose keeping up with the present is a work of it’s own only here for a minute once you reach than it’s gone verse 2 want to keep with fight but it feels more like an uphill battle seems like we’re cattle on a steady course of being saddled than slaughtered after use and called a nuisance to society corner every store with liquor ending mind sobriety this nation lied to me all beings are never equal among the dust and rubble just want to stand as people does no one have a conscious fearing their own mortality alone in the public eye left to be another fatality black doesn’t mean i was born to be a gangster black doesn’t mean i sell paraphernalia for paper black isn’t really what they want you to see because black is the person that represents the me hook there's no more future when your eyes are closed better sleep with a wink or you could hide i suppose keeping up with the present is a work of it’s own only here for a minute once you reach than it’s gone

verse 1 guess any time is better than none to get started on a point of view the boredom stews into the average shoe but my site is at height above - with ability to parallax and meld mind to the vinyl wax to keep the heart attached hardest fact artist act like it's about the star attract really should be more about the truth inside the bars you rap money, cars and argue crap what i conceive as far detached that hold no validity after radio attack verse 2 sub set of upset rule sustaining waning subject public view the skewed brut longing for the up root (Love Space) logic like slaughtered fodder don't bother to question empty (Love Space) so when push comes to shove who's backing the true essence who's moving the truth and building a new message factor the two presents and act like you knew questions new crew on the rise using vibes to serve you lessons hook sometimes i feel it all around me like the sunset to moonrise - if i ever forget mention to open eyes the only reason that i levate is for the music vibe trying to keep it alive but feeling it divide

verse i’m probably below the best hold notes and speak up from an open chest never blessed making it happen with ordinary breath extraordinary depth digging deep into the mind for change don’t want to maintain the current strain you must be so vain thinking this current manifestation is equity waiting for your rebuttal i’m big trouble like kurt russell in china redefine lines to fine grime for enzymes to bind minds it’s a fine time speaking over beat design let the weak decline to a state of being benign i’m on this grind 24/7 without the open sign focus for doper rhymes with an opus to hold this bold stroke no hope for those that don’t float in this delivery simple minds create simplistic rhymes for the masses i speak in facets conducting raw beats from past clips while you lack on keyboard regurgitating the same riff hooks let loose on a few loops to prove who’s the written truth sound salute stand up and show the visions true

verse 1 hate it when life starts pushing me on the edge of what be about eat, sleep be without while other take the scenic route on the tip of breaking through to higher plan in fact i lace the game with this unnamed refrain my claim is where is should be collective misfit erben nitwit stuck between the vibe of rhyme hustling and loop dust bustling toss and tussle ends like i got Benjamin's to spend but broke and bummy it's either this or clean my laundry may sound onry but truth when life is on me with nickels dwindling got to build the fire with kindling before the pockets empty in stuck between a rock and hard place to squeeze got love for lp’s from the first day i stretched the sleeve best perceived as sample geek slice a rhythm into parts then reconstruct a random beat never sleep i know a good loop from the photo finish both caught my eye before knowing the sound provide hypnotized stuck between this or that just bits of fact trying to choose but stuck between the overlap verse 2 feeling like i’m stuck trying to pick between the two caught with in a loop that seemed to swoop upon this fading goof remaining true to form meaning bargain born with the prospect of something this fresh couldn’t dare leave for the next guess move toward the counter like a thief in a mask skully brash but gully though my appearance is natural funny ask to drop the price from two bucks to a dollar even as she stared in disbelief like what is he conceiving panicked and breaking into frantic breathing her lips move at a pace of slow when she uttered that i could leave while her finger pointed back to the sign that scribbled free

verse wake from a cold sweat push the blanket off my bed head spinning round like i’m rick from the walking dead the air feels thicker as the sun beams upon my face must make haste fast past to the bathroom splash some cold water over eyes and wonder why the gloom feels like a sauna check air condition efficiency apply the up and down but no response to my deliver the temperature read 95 degrees and steady climbing i need to cool the opposite of up if luck is on my side the freezer provides so i lock eyes across the desert plan with each step my temp hotter than the last so i’m left to crawl accordingly though my legs are supporting me finally made it though the trek felt like i’m miles away stand to find a broken fridge no ice within the tray the rooms spinning but i’m trying to keep together self one more card to play so let the heat claim somebody else the magnet on the fridge had an advert for amy’s ice so i grab the bike and hope the aim of my directions right peddle like i’m training for a fight speeds reach heights of 5 mile spikes with onlookers saying why even bike covered in sweat from head to toe ask for a bowl of vanilla and a milkshake togo along with a mexican vanilla split add the cookie crumbs whip cream cherry on top and eat till the heat stops hook the heat hot enough to wake you from your sleep only way to cool it down know the proper relief

verse 1 i’ve been in it for a minute trying to win it with a sentence never mimic image cause remember it's a gimmick i speak it like a living breathing part of me the artistry is honoring not exonerating violence to a better the state of autonomy honestly feeling obsolete among the many mochary attacked by a cheeto puff who regards me as a kender i grow slender while he wallows in gluttonous dinner a joke on a bender with the votes to be a winner it’s cold outside i see the snow before winter how do you exit quickly when you never knew to enter change is on the way whether we want it or not tired of watching all the bodies drop getting got by cops let the beat knock till street rocks heat for either mom or pops -sure bet to making their tube socks drop hook you know how it goes when the flows are bold - we roll over those - who suppose to know the cats with the fat track that overloads every open node till your brain explodes

hook think i’m losing, focus, time rewind to, catch my own mind all i could find is another rig in the cognitive senses never work when dealing with the obvious verse fading to the background as the foreground relieves my steddy sprawl as i beckon the call to fall from my achievements relief isn't friendly as the grief starts to settle in love lost in seconds with no hope of ever becoming a friend the window occupies the streaming of my morn thought locked on why i had to leave and in the end i’m just feeling lost this is what i’m worth a pile of dirt scattered as the wind dispersed peaked apart on the level of being molecule the bond abscond held captive lost for ever more forbidden from my chamber door isolated as the anger pours what is this for life leading me to another end trapped in this head maze circling my tail again a failing friend distant from even my own fleshly skin when it's time to go i guarantee i’ll be alone again no friends no family no objects that i can evaluate becoming the dysfunction in conjunction as i lost my pace

intro verse no longer do i feel like a real person, just a shadow or a shadow that probably should have passed along time ago in a cage trying to find my way out but the chains of my belief keep me on a severed route unable to shout when i’m told to cover my mouth and nowhere is safe from the range of the deep south new world order surprising the false belief that we ever had a chance of being free

verse 1 life holds me at ransume, and then it dares me to speak up holding on to energy that isn’t me the inner peace, integrated in this unforgiving nation the rise of falling justice and the loss of pigmentation, plantation of a different kind need to learn to wield a weapon while you keep the blinders over mind the prison population grows exponentially treat you like animal and you’ll believe eventually black never had a chance from the get go want to be creative as the world around me implodes lacking motivation has this journey reached it’s end road reaching for the better regardless of what i’ve been told, it’s cold out even in the summer heat blankets for the cold reminiscent of eternal sleep want relief looking for a friend to help make america great while violating my health stealth hook no time for love in this self made game born to be the same but i bring about the change, life hangs on a balance of notes writing down the memories for others to quote