All my life it seems i been trying to catch up
And now, raps come, I just don't give a fuck

Got an obsession with rap and now i've posession of facts
On how a profession extracts and no more depressing math
Of excessive bad-ness and sadness that seeped into my life
I'm now heard when i reap the mic not having discrete hype
Hardening glasses...cuz i've concrete sights on containing joy
Is it just a silly game to entertain boys? or a theory of froid
Battle words in convoys to survive death or to imply im best
Either way, It's suiting all the needs of the theory of minds
Weary to find the routings to suceed to breath another day
Discover how to say lyrics with rhythm uncovering unforbidden
Maybe i was wanting to be a father at 14, sonning and winning
Wouldn't be lucky to be a father cuz of how many is nowadays
So i'll keep it away!!Have authenticity so the census cower-away
Raps given me relentless power to spray in projecting literature
Deals=Polotics was revealed to late to escape from being sinister
Damn..I'm now aiming to be prime-minister instead of hip hop
Shit i Forgot...

HowY...Seems like deals ain't about mic skills nor passion of rap
But...I see popular playas only there cuz of fashion and contacts

Shouldn't be bout that!!