Released on April 27, 2014

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[Verse 1]

See I'm up early

Trustworthy

Just perfecting my craft

My state of minds about reflecting the past

I take it back 6, 10 years old

Watching movies on a mattress

But now it's 'bout the green

Like a Painted Desert cactus

We thirst for thousand captives

Practice to making papes through rap shit

The blackest thought

We spittin in the Cadillac

Rhyme sacred put it in the tabernacle

Cash blinds like cataracts

But it's something you adapt to

Statues

I'm still ALG through my statutes

12 Ways I made cause they're fixed on the major pay

Turn into actors and play charades

Believe in sacred days

I believe America is the place to save

We're going overseas

Banishing them local g's

For hopes of global peace

Even though we givin no prestige to other places besides US vicinities

We on a paper trail and lost like young girls virginities

Is it me or is it systems visibly engrained religions

I show resistance

And put some distance between me and the lifestyles they live in

Trying not to give in

Original

I found my hidden jewel


[Verse 2]

9 to 5

Making something out of nothing

Life's a routine

I'm fucking with this loose leaf

All I need is two sheets and no sleep

To explain my train of thought

Explore my brain

Sooner or later make it rain a lot

The aspects

Some spray the Glock

And some stay and watch

Others got paper

Stocks saving for Jamaica plots

There's two type of people

And I'm neither one of them

Solving conundrums

They know I'm a son of a gun

I ain't a one and done either

Turning believers into skeptics

A ton of fun my style is eclectic

Wreck this shit

Flow doesn't stop like the US deficit

My words are holy like an exorcists

Activist, represent my name and make it known

Is why I stay at home

Instead of spray cologne

And get crazy stoned

Pray alone

Everyday my zone

Is filled with info like Reagan's dome

It's my haven praise it til the break of dawn

I keep it stable

What you sleeping on (sleeping on)?

Make it

Live like the reaper's gone

So I will cease to song

Tucson to LA, well made

ALG

My 12 Ways