{Verse 1}

I'm not your average, rap star and that's obvious

Committed, spittin, even with a broken jaw

See the world through my eyes, won't believe what I saw

To extreme for tv, unedited and raw

(we've seen it before), true, nothing new under the sun

Some people speak peace, some people pack guns

Teachers taught, problems drawn on chalk boards

Shorty outlined in chalk shot by a four four

Magnum, and it's all about the cash funds

That's why they don't think twice before they blast some

Inoscent bystander, smile for the camera

News flash, another kid smashed by the hammer

Before his sins ever got, nailed to the cross

That's why text for the blind means, music for a lost

Generation, that's why it's made with, dedication and passion

Till the death of me, cause it's my destiny

[Hook]

Times are desperate we can't hold back

We must strike mics- the ultimate attack

To live out what we say or get out the game

Cause without conviction all these verses are vane

It goes on and on... song after song

Were in this spitting even with a broken jaw ha!

Times are desperate times running out

But we are gonna speak truth

Even with your gun in our mouth

[Verse 2]

Im ready to die, im ready to take off man im ready to fly

Im ready to cry out to the highest of high

Im ready for that pain infliction but i won't flinch a bit

Or bite my lip untill you...

Empty that clip... into my head or my hip

Untill the sky splits... this guy will worship

No i won't forfiet no never no more..

Untill the birdies orbit over my head or my soul

Forget about it id have been imbedded in my skeleton

The predator is clawing and hes gnawing pure adrenaline

Is brewing in a kettle pot the little dipper is dipping in

Its spooning up the oozing soup pursuing yo to sip again

Sever that tie that binds you to the lie

Inside you is that sign reminding you of Christ

Behind you is distorted forms of ordinary thrills

But still ill keep it real 9mm to my grill

[Hook]

Times are desperate we can't hold back

We must strike mics- the ultimate attack

To live out what we say or get out the game

Cause without conviction all these verses are vane

It goes on and on... song after song

Were in this spitting even with a broken jaw ha!

Times are desperate times running out

But we are gonna speak truth

Even with your gun in our mouth

[Bridge]

If i can take my heart out and squeeze out a couple dropletts

If you could see that sorrow splashing like a broken faucet

If problems seem to cause something to make this hunger cease

Unleash a passion so uncanny that a broken jaw won't stop it

[Hook]

Times are desperate we can't hold back

We must strike mics- the ultimate attack

To live out what we say or get out the game

Cause without conviction all these verses are vane

It goes on and on... song after song

Were in this spitting even with a broken jaw ha!

Times are desperate times running out

But we are gonna speak truth

Even with your gun in our mouth