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Been making music since late 2005, been doing a lot of the positive vibed stuff lately, things that I feel are actually worth talking about
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I know the, tools of the trade, every day im a slave
Breaking my back, pushin up from under this weight
Fighting my rage, find a way to keep at my pace
Im getting close to the point of breaking out of this cage
I know the, tools of the trade, every day im a slave
Fighting back these thoughts and never acting my age
Counteracting my rage, pour my soul out on stage
Im getting close to the point of breaking out of this cage
The time is now, the time to re-enact all my moments
Of phony phone conversations, and lonely nights all alone
I’ll tone it down, a mellow re-enactment of anger
Hate depression and anguish, not a language of glamour
How can I rest with a lump of depression deep in my chest
How can I test a thought that’s never had a moment to rest
My feet might stumble and break, I’ll crumble under this weight
But rest assured I’ll take my time to make count when you wait
This is the moment, the time we try to find to define
The seconds hidden within, the words lost in a rhyme
Cuz whats the point in my rapping when Im grabbing at nothing
Whats the point am I planning attack at the hunter who hunts me
The trade is weak but I’ll continue to seek
Opportunities arising every day of the week
These are the words that we speak when we feel that feeling inside
Nowhere to hide, and we can only run for so many miles
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Hate’s a tenant dwelling deep in my mind
In every rhyme he’s inking out and bleeding over the lines
Invalidating my work and neutralizing my words
Giving hypocrisy a home by which to dwell on this world
I’m brushing boulders of my shoulder its crushing
Man Im searching for something but this road leads to nothing
The wheels keep turning Im churning butter from mud but its useless
I don’t know what I’m doing, I ask myself why I do this
When you’re caged inside ya mind the key’s no longer an option
There’s no stopping the offspring of panic, crazy you’ve fallen
You gotta, break the bars it takes the truest of strength
Using yea head make it through the most intrusive of tests
These are the moments of peace, the true moments of clarity
The times that we can look in the mirror and truly bare to see
Reflections of the past, mishaps and moments of good
No detection of a lasting chance, you’ve broken the tools
chorus
Have you ever seen a man on a mission
A man who won’t put up with nothing with his goal in his vision
Theres a lot who may have thought this to be true but in fact
Most those men they claim they see will soon get scared and turn back
That’s the reality here, rappin for half of a year
Right now Im grabbin at fear, tryin to make noise for your ear
Anger and hatred are raging, the cage is breaking each day
Making it harder each and every time I say what I say
And then I dwell on past mishaps and relapse
Among the actions of my better half and laugh at my craft
It’s just words and yet it’s hit on me is greater then labor
My intuitive nature hopefully puts me in favor
This is my duty and I feel it calling out from the ashes
From the smoldering doom of all who failed to answer
It’s my trade, my job, my life, my passion
Not just speaking to a beat, but putting soul into rapping
