(Intro)
With a saving grace just around the bend
Keeping up the stride on the so called friends
My eyes to the sky, but to what end
Spark the night, dark is right, that's a Backwood
Bring the fire to their ears, like I knew I could
Pulling stars on these bars for their Hollywood

(Hook)
Hyenas want the wolf, yeah I get it, lets bet it
But the one who laughs last raps fast, so respect it
Your the tax for being lax, I've come to collect it
A smooth 20 years in the making, no mistaking
Suppressing Mr. Hyde just to stop me from waking
The path I tread is paved for me, so check it

[HUM]

(Verse)
I said what the hell am I writing for?
Half y'all fast asleep on the floor
Took the pill society said would help you soar
So I sweep up the trash to settle the score
Said I sweep up the trash to hear the uproar
Of the ones who swore that I wouldn't be more
The fire too hot? Good. Get the kerosene
Wipe this plate clean and add a new chore
A black man with very little help from home
Mission to beat on my own yet far from alone
He gave me the mindset, a gift to wage the war
Yeah I'm not done yet, much more to atone
One two punch for the soul like Stallone
Picking up the pieces to make the tombstone
Just want my voice heard, don't mind the throne
Too used to the short end of a wishbone...
Nah, fuck that! I roll for the snap-back
The kind that makes rappers wanna 'quesh' that
How can he spit so low and in the know?
The same way I excel faster than my foes
But humble on the flow that took me far
Smiling face to hide these battle scars
The same scars that form bars like memoirs
Forget modesty, they need to know who you are
True to the grind and all this money left to track
Funny what you can do with no hunch in your back
No woman acting brat, all the stress that you lack
Yet they sneak into my room, that's a midnight snack
Swear they bout that fire but stay coughing fumes
Hungry on the mic, stomach ready to consume
N***as acting like pests, gotta go get the broom
Sorry, I'm fine-tuned, but wait here's an ice pack
This world is dropping bodies like a shootin' game
Voice for the people who feel the need to take the blame
Graffiti walls screaming louder than bathroom stalls
As they play ball in the halls of the fallen without a name
So I take aim, to come make change and state my claim
That the blind will stay blind til they break the chain
But I digress, so the rest I leave to you
For if you play the game, then you'll know my name
[HUM]

(Hook)
Hyenas want the wolf, yeah I get it, lets bet it
But the one who laughs last raps fast, so respect it
Your the tax for being lax, I've come to collect it
A smooth 20 years in the making, no mistaking
Suppressing Mr. Hyde just to stop me from waking
The path I tread is paved for me, so check it