[Verse 1: Illicit]
I tried to paint a perfect picture of a perfect picture
Hazard result of this shit, no hits like a perfect pitcher
You heard life's a bitch, well I flirted with her
Keep strikin' out, now I'm takin' swings at her curvy sister
I don't think you get it, not knowin' where you headed
Everyday is more dreaded than the last, yeah I said it
Cause I wake up with the feeling that I'm lacking all the credit
I deserve, payin' dues every track, every second
Cause I do this shit for you and you, I never do for me
Every track is like I'm writin' out a eulogy
That I'm dedicatin' to the hip-hop community
Tryin' to bring back for the acts that influence me
My perfect world is a room full of true emcees
And a few pretty face ladies movin' to the beat
But it's hard makin' movements in this industry
24/7 grind, even movin' in my sleep

[Hook: Akrobatik]
I can't front, it's easy making joints from the heart
When every single fucking thing around you is falling apart
I can't front, it's easy making joints from the heart
When every single fucking thing around you is falling apart
I can't front, it's easy making joints from the heart
When every single fucking thing around you is falling apart
(What?) Falling apart, (what?) falling apart
When every single fucking thing around you is falling apart, c'mon
[Verse 2]
It's so loud inside my head, so I spaz
Gotta write it down before my sanity crash
No food, no job, baby moms on my ass
Time's ticking, but it's ticking too fast
Of course, I wanna be first, but gotta make it last
Brain full of pain, pad's still blank
So my freedom got limits like fish in a tank
Spliff full of stank, hoping I can mellow out
Before I say "FUCK THAT!" and start yelling out
So hard to write a song when your mind's spaced
I wish that you could spend a day in my space
Tripping over the position life's sitting in
Wanna quit, but your heart says, "Get it in"
Evil wanna take over, don't let it win
Word to hip-hop, I'mma rock like setamine

[Hook: Akrobatik]

[Verse 3: Effect]
Yo, they say the ones with the feeling are the easiest songs to write
Pours out of you, when you feel wrong, it's right
Many tired days, sleepless nights
Many struggles with the pen, I gotta fight it to write
'Bout anything other than fighting the fight
Got it worded in a way to make you say, "Tight"
Cause the songs that I love on all those records you like
Are buried at the end, you never heard of 'em, right?
It's alright, had a bad year, made that clear
When I drank away a summer and I chase it with tears
Then pen to release for the whole world to hear
To be asked questions, said he didn't answer so I cared
Music don't hold the door for me, skip the chivalry
My heir appreciates a coat that's less sugary
And I'll be, the record that you choose the skip through
Cause it's really effortless when I say this to you
[Hook: Effect]