Released on November 3, 2013

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[Verse 1 : AFU]

Pain keeps me going like..

Ambushed to get my eyes drilled

My body's thrilled

I am not able to realize but rewind my past as they got me grilled

A mentality that is partly extinct

Rappin this song while I am trill from the agony they've put me in

Homicides goes on and by, and I do nothing but standstill

Bloody notes get passed all day

A Hitman massacre chained to get them poor bastards to pay

Ski masks and drive-bys are a daily routine

Either go for a kill streak or be a dopefiend

I choose neither but the ink

No I can't see the future, but I can see results

Get denied with a diploma, or get struck by a high volt


[Verse 2 :]

Rage keeps me going like ..

I slay the definition of 'no competition'

Easily keep up with my mission I started compositing

Still on that beat, tearing it apart

Mashing through the slow mo buttons like a hack and slash game

Brutalizing and running through each factor on the track that you claim

Turn a lame joint into eternal flame

Outshine, till you beg the publisher to make a rename

They kept rewinding the claimed yarn with a spinning frame

I am a miracle that they tried to get slain

They tried to get me on a crate that I am already on, but I am shipless

Get up on them while they're defenseless

Regardless this will result me to regret this


[Verse 3 :]

Regret keeps me going like ..

Aimed for more than one, but ended up with none

Intended to be a legend, turns out I am nothing but a hilarious pun

A pillar intended to be on top, instead it was planted above me, I was walked on

No defensive explanation to use as a lie, but a crop to be explained on my con

Always overlooked, used as a losing pawn

A don that was meant to be on top, instead it's failures that I bear upon

I feel like, I am not ready for the time that my soul will be set free

Instead if it will be, I have to face a measure recollecting my sins till I flee to my destiny

If you call that free you have to pay a fee

(for being bodied with ignorance)

A measure has a rope to hold it, it gets cut from all these sins I've kept

It's not like I am happy, I am more of incensed

Hopefully God will pull me attached to him

Life is worthless, massacre of guilt

We are all caged on it, waiting to be set free