[Verse 1]

I’m far from a king, never mind a president

Never understood why they rewind my precedents

And make a mess of it, I wanna see less of it

Unless you got deleted scenes, credits and the Best of it

Given a gift, thru words I release

But I better act quick, ‘cuz God kept the receipt

It’s deep, I’m hands on like a front row seat

At least, use the nearest sheet that’s in my reach

I say what I feel, a word to those needin’ praise

But there’s no guarantee that they’ll feel what you say

I need some bigger doubts, never loosely defined

Have me all figured out? You’ll lose me in time

What my loose leaf’ll find, is a fool in his prime

Cruel to my mind, stakes are cool, yo, I’ll be fine

No escapes from mistakes, but I make do

The one you hate to relate to

[Verse 2]

They’re sleepin’ on me, yet they’re mad at my dreams

And I’m not tryna realize shit’s as bad as it seems

I mean, what’s a buzz to a fiend?

Above all your schemes, but the love intervenes

They bank on my thoughts, I’m far from flawless

I pay ‘em no mind, sorry to starve your wallets

I’m all in, bet it all when the chips are down

Let my fall go down as grounds for the comeback, Now

Just suppose I juxtapose the fucks for foes

Bestowed, next to the fucks that show

Stay low, they see my guards high

Like I gave John Creasy some harsh lye

Pardon my – hardened eyes

Only part of I that I pardon

Is my martyr side, call me young Mordecai

There’s more to I, I can deal with the judgement

I’m not above it, the hatred, you can tell I love it

Fuck it, screaming at the top of my lungs

Let the words play with each other, and the meaning will come/cum

[Verse 3]

Tension, I breathe it, attention, I need it

When I lose my mind, I keep it right where I always leave it

In these composition notepads, no position I’m a nomad

You know that, that path is the scenic route

Fuck you gonna do when the moment ceases you

A syringe full of trust, I’m bingin’ on lust

Incisions I cut but I never needed a crutch

I can prolly walk, almost got molliwhopped

They feelin’ themselves, musta Molly popped

Stall me not, y’all soft as Haagen Dasz

Facin’ sun rays, yet you unphased

Y’all can’t uncage son’s rage

I’m not tryna end up front page

Confront each stage, hatred stay sedated

Wait to be plated, I’ll be back now at the latest

Spit with cadence, but I’m sick so it’s contagious

Guess who’s back, peace to Troy Davis

They know I gotta make it