In mi owna lane as I sit and hold a medi still, load heavy, wonder where did it begin and will it end. Try to paint the image with my pen, illustrate. Show em the soc-iety This shit needa rehabilitate Even when its dim, Cant wait to hit dis second wind, Travel light in which ever, direction I be headed in. That's if they let you in, accept your melanin. I Still be tryna guess the pin from all these traps dey get us in - Here to bring the pressure put the instrumental on, as I Rev my mental developing thoughts I come to behead the notion Dnt be scared, my people needa eat bread We been down to long,- and sicka being there! We goin to MOVE! Get across, we won't settle anymore. My niggas you already lost, If you feeling you cud never score Goin for the gold goal whatchu think that metal for? Forever dawg no cap, and no gettin off. - I een really sweating yall like you is a leather ball. Nigga you fly I flew better get the Cetamol. And dis is for the rest a yall. Who liking man thinking I come to rescue yall While yall wasting time, Ise just invest it all