I Feel A Widows Scorn,Im Torn In Between Doin Right And Knowin What Benefits Wrong
My Mind Weathers A Storm,And I Cant Think Straight Until The Sediment's Gone
I Grasp A Meaning,Which is...One To Life Is A Being Of Glitches
One Spends A LifeTime....Seeming Its Stitches..
So While We Nursin Whats Hurtin Beneath The Surface
why complain about struggle when with out it,ones life Defeats Its Purpose
In The Least Of Earth,Is,The Thought Of Peace Percieved As Perfect
I Leave My Windows Open And UnBlinded,While Some Believe In Curtains
But While I Piece This Puzzle,I Find My Knees In Puddles,Soaking Wet
Holding A White Flag,Surrounded By Imposing Threats,
All I Wanna Do Is Live But Situations Provoking Death
While My Spoken Rep Is a Tokened Debt Of Gratitude Rather Then Holding Breathe
Speak Now And Think Later And With My Toned Regrets Comes a Grow In Steps
Thou Neva Speak Wit Reckless Abandonment,Those Who Do Get Thrown In Check
Awareness Is Scarcest To The Careless,I Part With A Fairness
NowAdays,War Is Occurring But Some Kats Is More Concerned On Stylin and How Their Hair Is The Air is..
Dense In Minds,And Dents InSide,Implement My Rhymes To Reason Rather Than Crimes
And Those Who Differ Will Transgress in Stride
and Their Best Will Arise From Grounds They'd Not Known Existed
Lets Put The Drugs Down And Substitute our Rhymes To Get Twisted
High Off The Gift That I Was Blessed Wit,To Wild Out I Dont Need a Tech,Shit...
Iv'e Rid Myself Of Meaningless Material and This Mic Is All Im Left Wit..
And I Rep Wit A Cause,Whether My Ears Is Deaf To Applause
Spit Til My Skill Is Level and Peeps Even Respectin My Flaws