[Verse 1: K.A.A.N.]

I'm taking my time to get the feel then adjust
I scope it all, I seen the writings on the wall
I read the room then moved along
I'm watching for snakes in my lawn and the longest arm of the law
We need body armor and bombs, I'm embalming them like Saddam
A sadistic ritual form, it's in my nature I guess
I digress, back to the art for the of which I'm obsessed
The sonics connect like I'm RZA, bring it straight to yo' neck
I navigated through neglect and take the necessary steps
I pivot just to elevate, allowing my words to set in
To sеt the record straight, the rеalism's how it resonates
Because of the shadow in a song but fate a predetermined date
The derelict known to deceive, to put a want over a need
To fulfill the feeling of greed, the animalistic instinct
We been on the brink of extinction, the spiritual awakening releasing
The consciousness of the mind is peaking
Within a steady ground where there's nothing new to believe in
Internal been my battle, where I fight my grievances
Demons been trying to steer me down a one-way with a blindfold
Heaven and hell, where we headed well only God knows
Either way they giving toe tags with a barcode

[Bridge: K.A.A.N.]
I hope we find the resolution
I hope we find the resolution
'Cause it all looks grim
It all looks grim
I hope we find the resolution
I hope we find the resolution
'Cause it all looks grim
It all looks grim

[Verse 2: A-F-R-O]

Yo yo, FRO, FRO, yo

K.A.A.N / A-F-R-O
Make way, say when - stay bless ya'll soul
The rhymes that I rep are Grimm like MF
With my wins and my bicep, lyrically bench-press
Never will be boredom when you are listening to the Bigfoot
Leave your power shortage, and then FRO disappear in the woods
Onto a gritty matter like drug addicts in the alley
It can get grim, mortality with sin, it get challenging
The notoriety of knowing crime is emotionless
The ultimate, the culprit, what kind of commotion is this?
The one that go gung-ho, hold in your lungs slow, quid pro quo
The cops close in, I'm running low
Six foot three, the suspect is black and Spanish
Crooked police, see me a threat, have to vanish
Have to manage In this ice cold life like an eskimo
Damage the mic, when I'm on sight
I'm 'bout to let it FRO
[Outro]
Negative on that plate that's just the car on the corner
Somebody should tell us, right at the start of our lives, that we are dying. Then we might live life to the limit, every minute of every day. Do it! I say. Whatever you want to do, do it now! There's only so many tomorrows