[Hook: Rohan]

Got the good intent, bad living

Tryna separate the fact from the fiction

The man from the mind, the rhyme from the rhythm

And... yeah we still kicking

Got the good intent, bad living

Tryna separate the fact from the fiction

The man from the mind, the rhyme from the rhythm

And... yeah we still kicking

[Verse 1: MD]

You know I'm tryna find a balance

And I'm searching for faith to keep my pessimism silent

Skepticism crying out, tears upon the eyelid

And I'm thinking 'bout the past, I guess it's my apologizing

Dear God, I'm 'bout to write an open letter

Dedicated to the angels that are watching from the heavens

My family behind me in the mind and all the sessions

While I'm rapping every sentence, instead of praying to the reverends

Got me asking all 'em questions, focus all demented

Do I do it for the love or do I do it for the mentions?

Am I in it for the music, or in love with the attention?

Tryna figure how to set it, while the burbs are what I'm reppin'

Difficulty setting on 7, while the pencil's in possession

And a writer's block as heavy as a burden on a felon

Can't relate, but though I've never killed a man

I've got a plan to catch a murder, spitting wicked writtens 'till the lyrics kill 'em

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rohan]

I got that lone lion mentality, no eyes on the salary

If it happens like that, the chrome fires right back at me

My face on that nickel plate, the outcome:

Blast at tremendous rates-- I can't outrun myself

Nah... that steel mirror got me crumbling

Move backwards; is it real or am I just fronting?

When the curtains get to raising and the burners get to blazing

How do you go through the motions when in certain situations

I'm motionless, so I don't got to--

Hostile tryna pop through a case of emotionless-ness

Exit left, cause the stage done had enough

Of you adamant mannequins tryna crack my clique

This is real life fictionalized

Living the rhyme, pick up a dime, toss it in the wishing well

A bit of my time's gone... rolling down the river

Life's a snuff film with the close-up on the picture, like...

[Hook]

[Verse 3: MD & Rohan]

Take a loss before the winning; sacrifice is essential

My mental sinning on a quest to wisdom just to make 'em listen

Gotta make a big decision while I'm sitting in position

On a mission with a distant destination; mind is racing

On this occupation, vision is amazing ever-bracing

For them desperate trials, tribulations, plus the different types of agitations

Jotting notes from all the lessons, now I'm pacing to the finish

Tryna rap with good intentions