Yeah, it's been a long hard road

Wishful thinking, best believe I've been drinking
Lost it in a quick blink, this shit stinks, my ship's sinking
Tryna open your mind like the slugs that hit Lincoln
I really ain't saying shit though, I'm lip singing
There are still some things that I hold sacred
Use the wisdom of old ancients to tear a hole through the whole matrix
It's so makeshift, they're making these bold statements
How the idols you go chasing are false and gold plated
I'm known to make someone settle the music
So I'm forever excluded from the pathetic and useless
I'm about to level the judgement the devil alluded
Been a long hard road but rebels keep pedaling through it
Tell everyone in your ghetto to get with the movement
We fighting a war that never concluded
We need a leader I'm thinking who better to do it
Than a dude whose musical measures can't be measured in units
No strings attached so tell Geppetto he's foolish
I'm peddling new shit to sever illusions
School of hard knocks registered students
Catching a blueprint, reinventing what it meant to be human
Running all my life waiting for death to consume me
Out of breath, chasing air for the breath that I'm losing
Only a chosen few truly get what I'm doing
I'm trying to make each song a blessed reunion
But the accumulating lessons are less than amusing
So I try to find myself a better solution
So I flipping the table on the rest of the cool kids
Cuz cool kids don't rest, they're obsessed with improvement
But it ain't a position on the charts that I'm after
Trying to explain my heart is only part of the answer
I'm here to dismember agendas with the sharpest of daggers
Cardiac surgeon cutting to the heart of the matter
Cuz we're capable of amazing things
The average child today is more informed than an ancient king
They got a cage and a blade to filet your wings
I embrace the pain it brings, it influences the way I sing
I'm a no name yet I feel like Coal Train
On a cold train writing about the ways I had my soul drained
What I proclaim is profane as pros pain
Explosive like holding open flame to propane
I don't just spit some rhymes
I convert nonbelievers when I omit sunshine
And I know life can be a bitch sometimes
So this goonie's snatching his dreams back, this one's mine
I'm taking um back, yeah I'm taking um all back
Down to ride even if my tires uphold or fall flat
That's my school of thought or whatever you want to call that
My inner child hauling ass, pass the ?? or hall pass
Mad hyper get your hands higher
Liars mad cuz they burn a rap, my spine just backfired
I get mad love in rap cyphers
I'm an emcee who reps DJ's, beat boys and graph writers
My skills were cultivated in the crack era
That's one of the main reasons that I rap better
Go and head up, get your cap severed
The illest to record a track, go and check my track record
You would think that would put me under mad pressure
Guess I'm the only one rejoicing in the bad weather
Found a map to a past treasure
But the depressing fact is that will never get it back ever

No way
We'll never get it back ever
Nah nah, we'll never get it back

Get it back, we'll never get it back never
Get it back, we'll never get it back ever
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We'll never get it back ever
We'll never get it back ever