written to a beat made by the one and only mart85, it's called a thousand times
i'ma leech stealing all your speech till i complete
my new reign as a true emcee best believe
that i will flow on and on, yeah..
till i hand the glowing baton, uh huh
i know it's wrong but damn why my speech a pawn
here trembling with fear i feel like i don't belong
and all along i ain't relived feeling deceived
struggling to breathe crumbling, i ain't appeased
i know it's wrong to suddenly stop while on top
maybe i should stop like biggie and pac with a pop
but you know what i'ma hold my head up high
stare at the sky, and just ask why
must i be put to a test look i should a guessed
but man i'm depressed unplanned fulled with stress
endless nights no sleep i fight for what i speak
music is my life and my brains the beat