No Margins

{Verse 1: Goliath}

People telling me im working to hard to get a track

Like it’s a felony to wanna get past stars

So I bomb on em, mentally developing my art

So that soon enough, I can move up the chart and ladder

But unfortunately, n***as wanna take my head

I use this to prepare myself for when they try to take my bread

No margins, man I cannot lose

That’s the same way peter thought before he took that snooze

That’s the same way Adolf thought before he injected the medicine

And then the rest hung from the noose

Now I ain't saying im a Nazi or an apostle or whatever

I just think deeply when I write past invisible margins or whatever

A lyrical marksman, with his pen and his pad

Lines and margins are like snakes, but they can’t hold me back

So I guess that there are no margins

Just open fields and roads, and I guess I gotta cross them