Verse 1:
I’m highly focused my aim is toward the designation
to have your head nodding to every record I’m making
cause at a time when the competition is thick
gotta remind myself why is this even the path I stick with
It ain’t the cash cause most of my people starving
It ain’t the fame because I’m only noticed hardly
It’s for the war, the fight, the battle scars
because until the end of my life, I’ll be rapping hard
yet I’m low and soft spoken like the way they’re portraying the white serial mass killers on CNN
but I ain’t gone pretend it’s all right. this got me up all night, hoping that my friends are people I’d see again
needless to say, my words are written through ether’s pen
cause either way, my demon’s slay through a heated end
now you can say that this is useless complaining through the music
but understand that this the thing that makes movements
creates fluent, tidal waves of a lightened age
you understand that we’re provoking the titan’s rage
saying you God, the power of what you not
it seems to be that we’re dragging the fire out of his nostrils
but if it has to come to slaying it then we will
cleansing the community from evil
the happiness of the oppressed really reflects how we feel
and this ain’t even fronting to media just to be real

Verse 2:
highly believing of this higher power of this all-seeing speculator watching from the higher tower
maps of our destinies automated by chess pieces and those pieces are we, cause we’re pawns and that’s no secret
the locomotion is part of this loco motive
half of the goal is figuring what the goal is
it seems the progress hopelessly moves in slow motion
and the bullshit is staying omnipotent
I’m just locked by the way the cosmic flowing of the energies
puts me on a stand and makes me the public enemy
stagnantly handing back hands to my visage
beating me making me wish I had the luck of white kids
it’s unlikely. fuck it! why fight it
when you’re inferior to these deities Dionysus
my message: die to them. bring hell to the side of em
riot to these mothafuckers so now it’s a rivalry
bring your highest skilled fighter with a power level over 9000 and mine’ll make you stop counting
laugh after we make it to the top now and I won’t be the reason that you ain’t ever stop drowning

Verse 3:
I truly understand that giving up is not an option and if it was then I would be a fucking hypocrite
homie I’m just driven by the way I say my words to a person who does deserve it
and I don’t want my message reduced to something that’s worthless
I also understood that hating on the next man
who has it better than you does not improve your life at all
and you don’t really struggle if you’re still eating every night
even if it’s barely, so fuck it I say I ball
a couple people tryna get in my head, and a lot of these young kings have their pride too big
but I got my tribe full of tigers and we’re hunting for survival and we’ll scar em on arrival if they threaten the clique
I’m fighting like a warrior for some righteousness
my sanity is something even I am entitled to
if it means reciting a stupid verse you don’t like that’s poo
that’s all right as long as I write a verse to enlighten you
or to enlighten me cause to be honest it feels like I need enlightening
and if this is how I spend all my nights dreaming starting from the nice evenings
I don’t wanna deal with this twisted version of sight seeing