[Verse 1 : PB]
Dreams of me making it into this world
Causing concern when my lyrics are heard
Flipping this shit give the game a new perm
Make all the wack rappers just freak out and squirm
Rappers just spreading bullshit made up stories
Tryna live off some old made up fake glory
Hoping it pass as their own allegory

But imma be gory exposing them n***as
Switch off the lights ending their bed time stories
That's Dulce est Decorum for the corny n***as
That's what we owe em, we gon show em
That you don't have to be out their shooting or looting
For you to move into that industry
No need for the hypocrisy
And whats left real rappers
True story's like we on E
Fans wilin on the streets to the new ecstasy
Had to go slow for that brief little moment
Trying to make sure my words hit like potent
And everyone sees the same vision as me
So Hip Hop can go on a new killing spree

[Verse 2: PB]
This vision I have man it's all a dream
Not Martin Luther, i'm just trying to redeem a dying art
Thats somehow suffering still
Even with new skills we try to instil
But who gonna listen my voice is to little
Even if I had that pied pipers fiddle
With riddles perplexing you till you just criddle
I was told that the only way n***as will listen
Is when I'm buying cars, that shine and just glisten
But in order to make it my tude gotta change
Man that got me thinking man I was enraged
Fuck That!
See my tude and my issues man that all make me
And I ain't changing for no rap industry
Came into this world to be all I can be
But not in the army by just doing me
Not acting out plays that the media like
But giving out lines with a powerful strike
And with these last words I bid y'all a good night
Hoping you wake up encouraged to fight