[Verse1]

I been rubbin' on my head, just to see if I can heal this

Walking on the edge, just to see if I can kill this dread

With a little free fall, can you feel this

All in all, a nigga beat y'all to the punch

If I'm fallin' off, shit I beat y'all to the lunch

If it's licking off, should I kick off with a punt

Or pull a Hail Mary out my ass with a stunt

I'm blunt, I think I need that shit in my life

If want it, then I need that shit

If I'm right, that assumption can indeed get rich

And SLYTE made it, so I heed that shit

That's the only nigga with me when I'm puttin' in work

Only nigga with me when I'm feelin' the dirt

Fallin' on my casket, what more could I ask then

I don't need the praise, I just need somethin' lasting

If I get some hate, we'd be even I'm past it

If I get some head and a good book read

And another wrong done, and a good hook in

And another song done, I'd be hooked up then

I'm simple as SLYTE, it's written in light

Of the circumstances we be standin' in life

It's easy as cake, but not as easy to make

I shoulder this mic, just so we can escape

(Hey)

[Chorus]

I don't see the light (3x)

But the light see me

That's right, that's right

I don't see the light (3x)

But the light see me

That's right

[Verse 2]

How many blacks I done been through tonight

How many racks I done been through in life

I'm tired of keepin' count, I just keep it a thou'

Then I expect some honesty from people around

But uh

I think I'm caught up in all of this fake shit

I been brought up with the fraudulent artisans, hate when

Niggas can get to hollerin' for acknowledgement

And I just keep it in me, just to keep me from botherin' Satan

With these problems, I just need me an O

So I can keep on dreamin' 'bout me keepin' a hold

On all the inconsistency my people been throwed

Coincidentally I think I keep it controlled

I keep from the faux, for better or worse

Man I just keep the pistol, the gift and the curse

I think the latter is lifted when I embrace with the first

But what the fuck do I know, I may be makin' it worse

I may be thinkin' too much, or I ain't thinkin' enough

I'm thinkin' it's me, but I could leave it in dust

I stick to my guns so I can breathe when it's done

And if I cease to exist, then my speakin' is done

You can grieve if you want, but then the grieving is done

And SLYTE can live on, man that's the art of the tongue

It's easy as cake, but not as easy to make

I shoulder this mic, just so we can escape

[Chorus]