I keep running up the latter trying to get straight to the top,but my feet keep slipping and sliding, I always feel like that I'm stuck in quicksand, and I'm steady struggling to get my feet out,back on solid ground, only to see that I'm right back where I started from looking back up the top from the bottom of the latter,wondering what would take from me to breakdown all these walls,that keep staring at me,with and evil grin,I know that you haters wish for me to fail in everything that I try to do out here in these ghetto streets, but I refuse to be thrown down, by all my crooked enemies, I'm in these streets, trying to grind straight up the top,until I'm so hot,if you haters try to get at me,trying to dragged me down,by reaching out to touch with your slippery hands,your whole bodies will catch on flames,from these hot tracks,that I pour into with blood,tears,and sweat,from the tip ofmy pen, straight to your eardrums, making you want to listen to the lyrics and the tracks,so that you want to move and groove, just to get down,just to get down,to the beat that makes you move,makes you move,