[Mxlplx]

Ink to the paper, finger to the pen

I be the creator created to send

Sun rays to the haters who'd hate to be my friend

Though one day they'll wake up and say "how you been?"

But til then I'll wait up and stay round for them

Cuz I know all they need is a reason to good men

Show them I can see everything they hold within their

Frightened bodies covered head to toe with sin, hit em

Like a shotty bucking spirit to cleanse down, and

Dirty people live just to make ends

No regard for the evil they spread like bed sheets

So my lips thread a needle to mend all the deadbeats

Afraid to recognize what they know to be deadly

Make men open their eyes and behold to best be

Cool enough to live our lives like window philosophy

Reasoning behind how I feel shit ought to be

[Young G]

Sink into the path, fall charted by a graph

A bracket and a straitjacket run by laws of math

The cash that's indicative of a struggle

Is cash that's indicative of a hustle

Deceit and theft are by no means hustling

For who but God powers body that your muscle in?

It's such to bring the end of an era

The dawning of a new age would be exposed to where

Mirror four dimensional in actions they reflect

Very worthless to brag about your intellect

[Swank]

Uh

Born in the era where the move makes us

"Why are steps all taken just to stay caught up?"

Will remain the question that can't answer enough

Not a road left for paving is a hole in my chest

Tearing walls to discover visions of depths

From my set to your door when your blood's in my breath

We've been blessed to bring forward to be loved to the death

To be next to afford what has never been met

And caress mi amor as a lamb without flesh

Who dare protect the fire searching for his own neck?

Slowly mount up our freedom, resembling kleptos

Carelessly even in mouths from our nesto

A blink would man the blossom, we can never expect souls

To think if they were meant to but the mind is our mess

So we're left to spread the butter and prepare for the test

Hand in hand to hand in flame, whatever's there to be fetched

The babies abandoned still a body's born in its jet

While we're stuck in the West, baby, I could care less

I'll pull my hat to my lips and take a drag of the best

And claim my sanctuary before it all in my eyes

Never need to worry, we could crawl to the sky

Without the help of this country's supply

You know the taste, you know the way, just as well as I

Well baby, don't look down if you're feeling too light

We've been born in a time that's just part our lives