Spoken in sympathy in the begining by DeVine:
...It's taken quite a while for me to get my life where it is now. But what do i have to show for it. Am I real to who I am....or do I defie an image of someone else? Is this talent of puttin' words together through text to rhyme a gift or a blessing? I think i was gifted with it to show others my life and to spit real life shit,..but then again,i still remain unsure. Now do i succeed in doing it,..or do i fail to deliver my message? To me it seems all hands point to...."Succeed"....

DeVine
When words attack i blaze facts of real life tracks/
I bend back knowledge in college for brain dead frats//
My words blast on mics every night or cornor sights/
Under street lights I roam unknown lookin' for fights//
Spit at shows talent i posses through rhymin' tones/
Pride of Al Capone, spit to voicemail through cellys & phones//
I designed my life to be shown and grown through my rights/
Not by wrongs, i write text for minds too far outta sight//
Born wit' a gift too tight, i spit lyrics to defend all my rights/
Freedom of speech,Liberty,Joy,and Happinesslive to live my life//
I ride by nights, MT's(Mind Theoriez) truest i stay real within' my style/
We ride deep, cruise wit' MT's(Mind Theoriez) through differant miles//
DeVine a true blessed child, rose from streets to meet my needs/
I was a seed wit' a drug problem that had me shackled by my feet//
Ex-drug attic, 10 months clean, yeah i overpowered defeat/
Released from those shackles, now i feed off the word known as "succeed"!//

DeVine
~Mind Theoriez~
*Reppin' Till The Day I Die*