I never been one to back down but I’m askin myself what I’m fightin for
Never measured my funds until now, better cash in cuz they sayin life is short
Never give up or tap out like the average cuz I be twice as hard
Better question it son and feel proud we the last men they don’t make this type no more

Mere mortals, tryin to give orders but they could never fuck with the things they taught us.
Mere mortals tryin to give orders but they could never fuck with the things they taught us.

There comes a time in everyman’s life when he’s gotta handle shit upon his own

When I was insane I thought I was normal, but now I settled in to a life more formal, Convinced that the structure would fix all the fucked up attempts that have forced me to inch stead of vaultin the fence but I found that I’m stuck in a portal, consistin of clusters of things that are loved by mortals and when I say I’m not of this World it isn’t Word Play, no matter how write it down or what the verse say. I ain’t a human that can constantly work days, cause my mind be the opposite, I don’t need lots of shit, I don’t weigh my life by accomplishments walkin this journey to its end from the first day. Fuck what the Church say, I ain’t livin for forgiveness I’m the image of God that’s why my verse graced, I gotta feeling heart, but the opposite of soft so the blade back in the days revealin sharp, lookin round lost was the cost as I cursed fate, shield and guard put up in a war with the real and fake, while I look up in the sky and the ceilings stars. Wonderin why I’m here at all but there’s never fear involved. And I still display faith as the sphere revolves, guess forgiveness of mistakes be my worst trait.

I been a real dichotomy, yes that’s Theology 3, with the need to achieve comrardery, and that’s why the g went on sprees of robberies, not for the greed or to feed my economy, did it cuz I’m the seed of beliefs with common theme, read what I bleed on the page as my thoughts release, see I can’t offer peace, revolution is my core belief specially if you call police. I gotta problem with the frauds who feed, off of the fact they in court for weeks, when behind your back they be forgin’ pleas, see we be getting 3rd degree for a memory, and subject to those police checks cuz of a felony. And that’s not stripes. When I’m at the border getting grilled I be thinking how I packed that knife. And the people that I traumatized, cats who never saw my face so livin with the fact that I can’t apologize. I’m in a World where the movements to occupy and we ain’t settled on issue where the problem lies. We fightin each other bout how to organize, meantime them corporate crimes continue to colonize. Banks get bailed out, we cheer when the dollar rise. Buy a chaser with the paper then we swallow lies.

I never went to a label, once checked a distrbutor. The whole time in the office felt like a visitor. I’m a general but see I ain’t no solicitor, and what I’ll never do is dumb it down for my listeners. On the other hand I’m kinda tired of the grind, gotta a seed of mistrust that’s been wired in my mind, I guess I’d feel more desperation at the situation if I wrote shit that’s expiring with time. But a true Emcee doesn’t battle an opponent he’s battlin for a legacy not battling a moment, he ain’t battling against bad deals, bad promotion he’s battling to inspire your motivation that’s frozen by systematic coldness shit talk and boldness stead putting the onus on interactin with closeness its interac and a bonus, a credit card and exposure, lift off an explosion when you writin an opus. I’m a different kinda dopeness. Got my own recipe, float above ground how the fuck can they measure me. Jewels in the mind not stored in your treasury. Grew from a time where your voice was the weaponry, deal with equality don’t deal in revelry The Everyday’s something that I’ll never be. Theo3