[Verse 1 : PB]

Dreams of me making it into this world

Causing concern when my lyrics are heard

Flipping this shit give the game a new perm

Make all the wack rappers just freak out and squirm

Rappers just spreading bullshit made up stories

Tryna live off some old made up fake glory

Hoping it pass as their own allegory

But imma be gory exposing them niggas

Switch off the lights ending their bed time stories

That's Dulce est Decorum for the corny niggas

That's what we owe em, we gon show em

That you don't have to be out their shooting or looting

For you to move into that industry

No need for the hypocrisy

And whats left real rappers

True story's like we on E

Fans wilin on the streets to the new ecstasy

Had to go slow for that brief little moment

Trying to make sure my words hit like potent

And everyone sees the same vision as me

So Hip Hop can go on a new killing spree

[Verse 2: PB]

This vision I have man it's all a dream

Not Martin Luther, i'm just trying to redeem a dying art

Thats somehow suffering still

Even with new skills we try to instil

But who gonna listen my voice is to little

Even if I had that pied pipers fiddle

With riddles perplexing you till you just criddle

I was told that the only way niggas will listen

Is when I'm buying cars, that shine and just glisten

But in order to make it my tude gotta change

Man that got me thinking man I was enraged

Fuck That!

See my tude and my issues man that all make me

And I ain't changing for no rap industry

Came into this world to be all I can be

But not in the army by just doing me

Not acting out plays that the media like

But giving out lines with a powerful strike

And with these last words I bid y'all a good night

Hoping you wake up encouraged to fight