[Verse: Marlon Craft]
Perfecting my penmanship
Spitting with precision and power, I'm never negligent
You can blow me where I pee and [?]
If hating's your prerequisite
For all us who ain't buying what they selling, it's a masquerade
I'd rather stumble on the path we made
I held my self accountable, long before all my taxes paid
2012 is half as jaded
Now my faith evaporating
Praying for precipitation
Drops of hope that can replace it
The winds of truth could propel you or slow your journey down
Evil don't show you its true intentions, it's flirty now
The powers that be demonise moral obligation
'Cause if you keep settlin' that enables colonisation
I'm often complacent [?]
Lost and impatient
Trapped souls left feeling awkward and vacant
These streets is church
Don't you dare try to alter the pavement you wasn't brought up and raised in and then spend all your days in
That why I don't ever claim to have all the answers
At best, I only know know what questions to ask
[?]
Gaze as they ingesting the trash
Blind to the potential we have, shit
I start to quiver
Liquor invading my liver
The whiskey imperialist
What good is yelling from the roof if nobody hearing this shit?
It's feeling like for us to love each other will take aeons
The media we use is more social than we are
Just tryin' to get my free on 'fore I end this run
And when it's all said and done, I hope I be defined by what I've said and done
My body of work'll be to large for a hearse
They can never bury my heart in the dirt
It's gonna rise
And I don' came a long, long way
You could hate me now
Not a word you could say that could break me down
I'm gonna rise

[Outro: Demarjay Smith]

"Either you work hard for it, or you don’t work hard for it. Me and my brother work hard for our stuff. It don’t come easy, in life you have to work."