Almost drowned in a pool of doubt before I found the tools to work it out I went bezerk at school so I took another route to discover what it is that I am all about give them rain throughout droughts to relieve the pain of those tortured and chained by the enemy that resides on the inside of their brains can’t run or hide you need to fight for a change yes I write to fight the man that wants to hang my hopes cut the throats of my plans the man composed of the worst parts of who I am but with each verse and my heart I command myself to withstand the attack and strike back with my mic and pen I’m ready for combat keep my aim steady through the rain and bomb blasts gain sight of what's important cause sometimes it’s gone fast

I’m the first to admit I don’t spit that gangster shit ain’t a Blood or a Crip I’m more like Watson and Crick twisting hip hop and science into a double helix

In a flash right before my eyes but I can’t react lies disguised as facts that’s why I rhyme to unmask the truth pose questions unasked so when I session in the booth I unwrap Snack Packs to uncover the proof so you know I got the scoop corporations got politicians jumping through hoops they ain't working for this nation wearing thousand dollar suits taking luxurious vacations eating exotic fruit while most of their constituents be eating cans of soup for every meal it doesn’t compute what’s the deal how can they represent the struggle when they don’t know how it feels it’s that political hustle where very little is real and the main aim of the game is to gain mass appeal so much stress on my chest that I almost suffocate so much weight that these ribs almost break but I won’t give in I won’t accept this fate I create my own path outside the rat race and move past mistakes that cast doubt upon my face now the sun’s out and I’m about to embrace the light in case you’re wondering I’m not talking about Christ I’m uncovering my purpose in life bring it to the surface use it to ignite the mic making music to influence the left and the right

I’m the first to admit I don’t spit that gangster shit ain’t a Blood or a Crip I’m more like Watson and Crick twisting hip hop and science into a double helix

Whether you’re deaf or you lack sight my tactics are synaptic so I leave your mind bright write to excite neurons rhymes deeper than Lake Huron sleepers I awake with this switch I have turned on the main stream not in the game to gain green no cash or fame could outlast the flame that’s internal the fire grows every time I put a line in this journal aspire to acquire eternal peace the empire's grip I release from the throats of those nearly deceased can’t you see clearly we created a beast yearly budget for education spent in just a week on this nation’s military but if you listen I will teach like Harry dropping bombs over beats a true man who plans to not admit defeat no I won’t quit bitch I won’t retreat I’ll continue to spit until this mission is complete take what I’ve envisioned and make it concrete

I’m the first to admit I don’t spit that gangster shit ain’t a Blood or a Crip I’m more like Watson and Crick twisting hip hop and science into a double helix