Lyrics
Always on the go,
the days go but i never know,
why the f*** fame blows,
i rather be flame roast,
trapped with chains yo,
stacked with pain,
with black veins,
cuz they've blocked my lanes,
i rather die like Pac in vane,
I've become insane,
paranoid and deranged,
like my flows are stuck with no voice and just haze,
so i pace awoken and dazed,
hoping for change,
I've stayed controlling my ways,
never posing to get rolling with dames,
i rather be a whole different thing,
hold with a finger on a stone in a cliff,
that is one dome i don't wanna shift,
going home now, would be like calling it quits,
i rather have broken ribs,
but maybe i've spoken too quick,
like i've gone rogue and cant seem to think,
like da vinci codes,
that roam souls with the wrong dose,
its like dawns with no rose,
that haunt and keep close,
that wanna pose a threat to everything i own,
i've gone,and come,
but i've always run to a desk,
where scribbles posses,
heroes in depth,
zero of death,
kilos of vets,
weak longs of reaking smells that press meeting foes to my chest,
i need to confess that weakening blows,
will always regress,
cuz evenings take me on a whole new quest,
that i piece together
but only seem to shredder,
like feigns follow me everywhere i get up,
but abruptly in meadows,
i cannot afford to settle,
cuz being indebted,
will forge vendettas,
like forest chords chasing felons,
selling aching melodies,
but what I gotta be,
is a resilient clef in C,
and not a villain making beast,
cuz i've seen a zillion raging bits,
caving in, when the domino effect begins,
like in Amistad, bodies off o ships,
but if i know God,
its the little things that sit,
that depict kings from pricks,
i just wished people would get the hint and sip,
a little bit outta this instant click,
in da grid,
one day i'll be completely free,
one day i'll be completely free,
one day i'll be completely free,
graffiti written skripts of this Mc,
i've fixed and f***ed every mix i worked,
but stick with dreams will trip the clocks,
like basses with hits and hats,
that hip and hop, thru every rap work i sparked,
that barge suddenly and march in front of me,
like lobotomies that revamp anatomies,
with galleries of docs trying to save humanity,
we pause, but rarely go valiantly,
cuz honorly factors have no validity passion,
like their empty vicinities,
that've become the epitome o cashing in,
am a blast this lid,
like class dismissed,
cuz what once was is not what is...
