I watch the pen rise and fall, Like there is life in every letter. With these headphones on, My intuition is getting' better. Sure my hearing is getting worse, But where there is blessing there is curse. And if there is curse there is blessing, So find a god that’s worth addressing. Where there is poison there is promise, If you can hold your own. And if there is progress from the poison, You won’t ever walk alone. It's a circle it’s a cycle; it's the chain that moves the sprocket, Like a beat inside your head, how exactly would you rock it? It's the movement; it’s the method, It's the wisdom of the weather! It's the struggle; it's the hustle, It's the cornerstone of character. If you don’t knuckle up, you gon' always be inferior. Hard on the middle with a real soft exterior. Either that way or even that way inverted, 30-second intervals is how it gets inserted. And that was it, that was all, the slice is very small. The appetite is obsolete, when all the doors revolve the feet. Spin Around; push up against the glass, And hope that when it jams that it's your turn to pass. I run around a rhyme, and rhyme around and run and gun, I blister beats like it was bottled by the blazin' sun. Absolute rhyme tight, complete angularity, So regular I hit with complete conscious clarity. Million dollar mental got tagged across the page, If imma leaf up a letter, Imma write it up the age. Exquisite isn’t it, the way that we envision it, Now folk and fam wanna get their division split. Thanks a lot, did you need a receipt, I rock $60 sneakers, pay attention to my feet! Or don’t, I don’t pick my shoes for you to care, That’s why I’m tatted up, I’m expecting you to stare. I’m easy to identify; I gotta keep my cool, I’m a student of the ink; I’m always at school. I sit back and observe and reserve my nerve, Nerves of steel seems a little unreal, And a little too prepared, never once have I cared, People keep me around, so they feel less weird. Running today to make problems go away, But where ever I end up the tension still remains. Under the sea or in the sky, No matter how low I get, or how high. Caught in a revolving door, seems like forever, Been wanting to stop, but I cant find the lever. It's getting stuffy in here, it's getting harder to breathe, Then, the door jams on a moment, I get a peek of the outside world, been wanting to break free, Take a brick to the glass and break monotony.