all of my life ive been searchin for what is right
but it doesnt turn out just like i thought so i
am not certain where to drive my journey
i've tried to return to my mind but burdens outside divert me from mine
well im learnin to fight and in my journal i write
whatever concerns me that night
but surely some time these worries will try to disturb me no lie
still im not in a hurry, yet im working to rise as a wordsmith who's wise
so nocturnal or light, i murder the mic, hurtin the type deservin air strikes
while it's worth this long hike to climb the surface up vertical heights
this is my personal flight, to rhyme courage must i find, not revert into crime
i've got a purpose, a prize and a girlfriend circlin disquised
but it's early, God why's the world its' size? im burnin my eyes by versin mankind...
(i see my challenges and it stings)