The Burning Crosses sizzle Out them Chants start to Fade
But the Halusenations.. of this Past Nation are still Played
Upon my Exhausted Thinking Patterns focusing on Poverty
That Transforms our Empty Pockets into Actions of Robbery
The fight includes scratching and thriveing still not Surviving
Realization Minority Placeings,Fame comes from Sur-Rhyming
Inner Addictions for Perfection reside in my mind in Portions
Selfish Reflections present the Oppurtunity to get Abortions
Pride starts to Unify my Mind,until i Vow to deal with Satan
Popularity is my Clarity,But refuse to accept it as Fate Then
Refuseing to Miss my Circle of Success so i chose to Protest
Against the Odds of God non - Foolishness Steadily ProJects
Dealt with Bounced Checks,....Pawned those Silverish Chains
In Order 2 Conceal a Mic,2 Reveal, Sequels for Glitterish Fame
My stomach Growls,.Due to my cup being Heavely OverRunith
Fantisized with Paying Studio Costs,In order to make Hundreths
My Triumpth is just Enough,..to Cause me to Ban my very Own
Please do not have Disgust in my Trust until i have finally Grown
Into the Commercial Status of otha Rappers with the same Fate
That Shared the Same Plate and Finished the Very ..same Page
Of Eternity that Martin Luther the King eventually Experienced
Attractions of Rec Deals...cannot be Bought at Ex Clearances
Takes Pain and Gain to see through the Bluffings in order 2 Wins
Smog of Popularity haults me as if i was a Dolphin without Fins
My Pride starts to be Unified and Battle Crys scream out i Recond
Similar trates of the Greats,Are shown in each and every Legend
through every feelin of Brilliance that is Showcased in my Face
In the End i still Lose...Maybe because that was jus my Race
That i had to play Second Best under the Rest,Its not Finished
But my Soul is now Tarnished...and my Last Breath is Diminished
because Firey Flames , Ingulp my Veins and the the Rest
Minor Setbacks yet i still thrive to Win and eventually Sub Stress
But my Soul is allready Sold...And i still did not Experience Success