[Verse 1: SeeNick]
What’s a streak of red blood on your white Benz?
Life mends, diamonds smiling at your white friends
In case you need to shit in six different rooms
Ironic that the pyramid is a tomb
Lofty goals dreams for another life
Plastic happiness blackens the last of sunny skies
Lonely troubadours, move with force when they do the score
But you can’t build a mansion out of 2x4s
And if you could balance through the minefield
Avoid blowing up, growing up to your fine field
The investment of precious seconds is a signed deal
That when you glance back rhymes yielded come from time killed
I wrote a verse signed first and last name
Then I hated it and held down the backspace
So I built it back phoenix from the ashes
I hope you really love your classes and your practice

[Chorus: SeeNick]
I’m never what I thought I would be
They said I could be anything I wanted to be but (it made me)
Started with a dollar and dream
Then one kills the other and I’m all out of steam see (it made me)
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[Verse 2: SeeNick]
What’s a streak of black scuff on your white shoes?
To move away to them saying they never liked you
To them dearly departed when you’re barely departed
Home is where the heart is, funny how you’re heartless
When a pipe dream climbs to reality
And love lost lashes more drastic than drops in salary
As the ticky tack shacks come crumbling
And suddenly there’s company in searching for a crumb to eat
Wedding cake sheared off by the icing
Allure of wealthy perceptions were so enticing
Spoon fed arrogance from each hand
While Queen Anne stares from the parapets
And the feet dangle slowly from the terraces
Will oozing through the cracks of the barricade
Aren’t you glad you hated classes and your practice?
Jock doc doesn’t think he’s safe near a blade

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Osyris Antham]
Last week I watched my homie freestyling with tears in his eyes
Letting us know how hip-hop kept him alive
Through depression, oppression and loved-ones' lies
Yo, I said son, fly, be free
I swear the purpose of all this work is to crack the surface and get so deep, it makes you nervous
Yo it's worthless, for you to not be true to the life that you love, It's ill
Lightning don't strike from above, for real
So who the hell can tell me what my future looks like?
Do I look like the safe, follow-the-book type?
Man, for the good life, I let death roll me through Hades and trade my good days for shook nights
I mean I could spite myself and fight myself
Over regrets and the times I fell like:
"Was choosing music really the best decision?"
But music chose me, I was swallowed by the rhythm
I don't wallow in the river, of what-ifs, self-doubts and bottles of the liquor
Like I'm following the scripture, I'm moving on
So I can start a new test like Matthew, Mark, Luke and John
"Yo, what you doing dawg? You still rapping?
What happened to pursuing your bachelor's, staying in classes? Every day 30's coming faster"
People talking like fascists 'cause they couldn't (?) the way, to live out the dreams that they had, uh
Don't tell me that the life I chose wasn't quite so bold, man you haters like to stifle growth
Tell me go to school like I'm posed, so I strike my pose
And ask you narrow minds, "Why not both?"
Yo, life is what you make it stop fighting with your nature
Decide to do what made you, start smiting all these haters
If you like it, it's your way up, hold the trident, bring your wave up
Ignite with all your favor, keep rising, one love, player

[Chorus: SeeNick & Happy Accident]

[Verse 4: Happy Accident]
What I do and who I be
Is that nature? Or nurture? And how do I get free?
Or is the aspiration simply a symptom?
Complications that arise, when I think that there's a difference
Between what I project, and what's twisted up inside my mind when I decide to take the time to dissect my next move erect
Hoping for the correct effect, of "let's connect"
To invest respect or just have sex
Uh, 'cause ain't that what drives?
Libido, and ego, the tribe must survive
Fall and rise with the tide, fall in line to disguise
Your ability to rise, out of the masquerades that are
Put in perspiration in your aspirations
The money from your taxes stacks up and ax hatred
But you, stay with it 'till you save up for vacation
Vacate the premises now
Exit to the left, the sediment's down
In case you lost direction when your head was down
Trying to concoct a dream to be the best in town
Stuck in options, it's impossible
Can't see beyond your obstacles 'cause they construct your obstacles
Lost in logical empirical
The sensitive and spiritual becomes a simple vehicle
Unbeatable depression sets in seasonal
Why we so agreeable? Belittling crimes unspeakable
Goals unreachable, barely believable
How we run from death but we never stop moving to it
Forgot to take a breath and we think that we blew it
Through it all, what's the through-line?
Do we get everything we want in due time?
Or keep trying to fix the holes in our soles with shoe shine?
Keep trying to fix the holes in our soles with shoeshine?

[Outro: Osyris Antham & Happy Accident]
This is the number one rule for your set
In order to survive you gotta learn to live with regrets, yes
As long as you give it your best
Always follow your heart, live it up, stay blessed, yah
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