Verse1

Rough times through these days make me wanna blow up the sun and be blind through my weak days

Easing the pain with my eyes shut, bumpin to Bob Marley at Utica Ave on the 4 train
"Could you be loved and be loved" while you're jammed packed in tryna make it on time to that mini-wage
Passed up for promos and raises and gettin gazes from the phony friends with the many faces

Waitin' for the opp like that side ways cop tryna purge your soul into the places with cases
X said "Its Dark and Hell is really hot" so you gotta make the move so you cool it to the top
Ahhhhhh

And come up with a plot
Yessss
To give it all you got

You better be prepped when this war gets real cuz their ain't no troops on this solo deal

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Chase these dreams every night I sleep
I can't stop now cuz I'm in too deep

Round and round these tracks I flow
So you see me on the wave, then you know I gotta go
Black man, white man get out my face

See it ain't about race cuz I gotta win the race
Here these words pierce through your life
And get caught by the edge and get Scar'D For Life


Verse 2


Lost my little cuz to the streets but he's still alive inside cuz that Henny makes his heart beat
That brown juice, best served neat, got some dudes on the street talkin loose and they feel it's the truth
Till the crews come around, then you're watching the news

Young honor roll student dies, something to prove
Two shots to the head, two shots in the head, now we're going viral 10 million views
World Star Hip Hop, Huffington News

I don't follow any cuz I stay in the news
Occupy Wallstreet, Local 1-2
I used to work for jobs till I made the Daily News

Iphone tech, rapper 'Underpaid'
rumors even had it, I got my friends a raise
Lemme make it clear, don't believe the hype

But the thoughts that I thought, are now coming to light

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Verse 3


So I'm dancin on the moon, tryna make a leap for mankind, cuz man aint kind no more, closed doors, no keys, Oh please, you can't stop me, J.Scar baby i'm movin with ease
From the bottom, to the top
No guts, No glory

No pain, change
No game, no gain
So I'm shootin prayers up to the lord like free throws, I can't miss or its good bye in this game...

No! I just got in the game, I aint starvin for fame
But its part of this 3 course meal
I'll embrace when I feel

To the crowds I appeal
With these beats that they feel
And my songs that reveal

My ideas are so real
That they kneel to these words of ideals


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