Intro:

Writing when I’m detached
News flash
Fighting in a mismatch
Quick Cash
Maybe I should retract
Quick Fast
Problems always rehash
Dispatch
Pry me out the car crash
Whiplash
Dying with my cold cash
Out last
Need an escape path
Attached
Stuck with the games wrath
Backlash

Verse 1:

How many moves are left make?
Chopped like a sample and soda bake
Prayers to the sky, watch me levitate
Walked on water just to suffocate
I guess it’s my mistake
I guess I’m afraid
Fighting fate
With my charades
Can’t get away
It’s like I’m in chains
Godfather 3
Yeah, We’ve all been played
Can’t go back the darkness
Disheartened
And smarten
I don’t mind starving
And carving
My way
Theories of Darwin
Dismantle my days
Light one and blaze
It’s easier to walk away
But I’m destined to stay
Live to fight another phase

Verse 2:

In a foot race with the devil
Disheveled, embezzle my wings
My grandma an angel
Hope god is hearing all her prayers sing
Never showed the dirt on my hands
Wonder if she’d purchase a gram
To show support to the man
This the part she’d won’t understand

Block out the thoughts
It rots To no options
Hot on the block
You know the cops Watching
Turn back the clocks
I’d walk with more caution
Dreams on the front
We run till shit popping
Give up the funds
No dunce
Enough plotting
Bang on the drums
Here comes
A mic rocking
Give you my lungs
My mind
My heart throbbing
Riddles and tongues
I’m done with shit talking
I just wanna see the finish line
In a race with time
Your always on mind
Anx the grind
Working over time
Like this coffin mine
And I’m such a recluse
Another pop
In the bubble goose
If we called a truce
I’d break the treaty
Been so confused
A rebel on the loose
But yo
This war still needs me