I'm losing my mind using my rhymes
and abusing my grind
I only claim mine
thats why it's rain time
it used 2 be 30 tops
now it's a dirty job
I do it 4 my close kin, let it be spoken
like tha open 2 tha closing exposing
a man who used 2 feel broken
I won't be tempted
remember I'm demented and relentless
I've been that way 4 2 long
think not u wrong
I've yet 2 change like tha colors in a new bong
it has become my chosen course
2 destroy tha opposing force
my basic right, as I am matrix like
it's all in what u make this life
tha same things I hold close
I tell it like an old ghost
1 thats not sorry either
hustlin I'm hardly weaker
I'm in tha cut, trying 2 carve these words
time passed only echo's years
there's people still crying ghetto tears
there's so many snakes I must be metal gear
level clear, so I guess I can let go here
I'll tell tha hate 2 elevate, hear this short laughter
foes try 2 drop solid but I distort matters