[Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun]

They say that sleep is the cousin of death

So I don't sleep cause once I doze I keep losing my breath

Feel Incapacitated, Froze, And I can't call out for help

Is that a sign a saying I'm not a in full control of myself

I often think about the peeps around me

I'm feeling weak, If it's not peace well then lord please allow me

To be at ease with my enemies

No longer church is in my want, and if I'm worth only ten-hundred then I'm still a G

Life is the fast lane, and your friends are the obstacles in the road

If you've got to book to the shoulder it's obviously a hold-up (wait)

Just let me take into consideration those

Who do not see what this road has to offer them when its showed

Maybe I'm crazy or just maybe I'm dead smack right

Promote me or pay me for partaking in red, black, white

Cause if you don't then it's a deeper scripture

I've got the brush, it ain't a rush for you to see the picture

It's black and white nigga

[Chorus]

This life we livings an illusion, Wish I could fly and find a new one

If i could change this whole invention, My intentions are redemption

How can they reach us, being facetious, no signs of Jesus

If I could tweak this whole invention, my intentions, are redemption

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]

Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck

Sometimes I feel like times up

Sometimes I look at the clock as the hand that stop

See I would like to rewind but

Times my only witness right now

If I don't think I'm wrong, Why the fuck, should I ask for forgiveness right now?

Let me send a message to all these bitches that all in my business right now

Before you approach me, I'm paranoid, gripping on my biscuit right now

I'm only afraid to warn you my reality is far from normal

But I try my best to keep it at rest and show you a proper formal

See, without this music I'd be a cell mate in that frail state

Everything around me is a jailbait

Loose control of my cruise control, foot on the pedal accelerate

Kinda schizo, locomotive without a motive

They just focused on my Depression, my obsessive compulsion, my profession

No longer backtracking on my progressions

Hate it or love it, choose the former and choke on a Smith & Wesson

This song is for mental

I refer that all that I've been through, to say its more than just mental

Ever thought detrimental

Joey

[Chorus]

This life we livings an illusion, Wish I could fly and find a new one

If i could change this whole invention, My intentions are redemption

How can they reach us, being facetious, no signs of Jesus

If I could tweak this whole invention, my intentions, are redemption

[Verse 3: Kutt Calhoun]

Feels like it was never meant from the start

It's such a struggle wit tryin to juggle on who has my best interest at heart

And now I'm falling, got nothing to grab

(Who's gonna laugh? Niggas gonna let me? What they really thinking? Do they really care?)

Fuck feeling bad

If it's my time then it's my time, and I'm gonna stand up like a man with my head held high

Ready to take whatever comes with the plan, cause I won't be alone

That's on the eyes of Virgin Mary, man

I'll die before I live beneath this buried pain

Father forgive me, its hard to separate the evil from friendlies

The jealous ones in me, I don't know who the hell is the enemy

As a partner, friend, or associate; angel, demon, or both

When its right up under your nose

And their poker faces are frozen with smiles

And I haven't met a decent being in a while (That I could trust)

I'd rather just beam them and bleed em on out

If you ain't with me, you against me, so I need to know now

Or you can witness my redemption when I leave and roll out (I'm sayin)