Inquisitive, isn't it? Mind state quite ridiculous
Living inside a parody, apparently continuous
Submissiveness is imminent; battle results and thicker skins
A quote unquote "growth," or boast and don't, as most exhibit
It's a little known fiction though, this is oh so predictable
Kicking flows in a row, cypher circles like centrifugal force
A sort of sport endorsed by those who never fit in, though
Have swarmed to form a norm and bore this little cynical pigeonhole
A niche for cliques to grimace those who differ in opinion
Closed minds most times, the rituals pretty typical
Critical although pitiful, еvery single minute full
Of individuals who nеver heard of the word "reciprocal"
It all revolves 'round self and seldom helps improve or bring into
Light a line to follow, most wallow in their cylindrical
Logic and think in circles; inertia fits as their pinnacle
This is how it is; in the beginning though, I didn't know

Did you know? I didn't know. I wish I'd known, 'cause if I'd known
I know things would be different; prolific and not so miserable
How could you know? I couldn't know. But if I could, I could've known
Not to go down certain roads, certainly not the push and pulls
I never knew. I bet you knew better than ever then, but knew
Never to admit it--admit it--it never ends, this feud
Did you know? I didn't know. I wish I'd known, 'cause if I'd known
I know things would be different; the difference would be considerable

I used to be an Artist but still try to remain "Civill"
Most days I'd use my heart but find my mind is more dependable
Never became a criminal but tried my hand at it once
Cold Blood just didn't run within these veins; I strayed from gimmicks
Closed the book on that; crooked raps and hooks that captured "Look at that!"s
Or "Who, in fact, does this kid think he is?" type eyes; rookie crap!
Shattering the looking glass while looking back through it at those
Little hip-hop moments I captured amidst my still composed
Devotion to this craft. In fact, if that's still in my soul
Perhaps it's not as difficult admitting fault as it were; nope!
It still is pretty close to what it was in the beginning, "Don't
Speak of being bitter, bro," resentment isn't in, it goes
To show that being low as loam is mostly shown in intervals
Try to keep it simple, most people don't want to think and so
Consensus says it's better seeing eye-to-eye than tippy-toed
Stances forced on listeners to catch what's thrown, I didn't know

Did you know? I didn't know. I wish I'd known, 'cause if I'd known
I know things would be different; prolific and not so miserable
How could you know? I couldn't know. But if I could, I could've known
Not to go down certain roads, certainly not the push and pulls
I never knew. I bet you knew better than ever then, but knew
Never to admit it--admit it--it never ends, this feud
Did you know? I didn't know. I wish I'd known, 'cause if I'd known
I know things would be different; the difference would be considerable

Did you know? I didn't know. I wish I'd known, 'cause if I'd known
I know things would be different; prolific and not so miserable
How could you know? I couldn't know. But if I could, I could've known
Not to go down certain roads, certainly not the push and pulls
I never knew. I bet you knew better than ever then, but knew
Never to admit it--admit it--it never ends, this feud
Did you know? I didn't know. I wish I'd known, 'cause if I'd known
I know things would be different; the difference would be considerable