[Intro: The Enlightened]

The story's the same

But you haven't heard it all

I'm going insane

But ain't going towards the fall

[Verse 1]

Told em imma make it

They ain't want me to prove it

If they really knew me they would know saying that I can't do it is only influencing

Me to do better

Studied this shit down to the letter

I ain't worried bout who next

Only worried bout doing my best

Dammit

Even if that means getting shit off my chest

No stress

More checks

Go west

No more feeling depressed

I ain't saying what I got, only stating what I want

Never understood the guys ain't living what they talk

Man, that's real for ya

Whatever works, I hope it get a deal for ya

No, seriously

And how that fucking works, man it's a mystery

So listen, see

Everybody dreams, grande o picante

I say, if I'll be the one to make it

Imma do it my way

Reminiscing walking in the hallways

I'm the same now

Don't give a fuck about what y'all say

[Bridge: The Enlightened]

The story's the same

But you haven't heard it all

I'm going insane

But ain't going towards the fall

[Bridge 2]

Got the passion of a million rappers wrapped up in one

Oh no, man I can't do this shit for fun

Tell you what, man I owe it to the city I'm from

Got the passion of a million rappers, come and get some

[Verse 2]

Ready or not

Must've forgot

That underneath

I'm still Samaad

That's deep, deep

Deeper than you'll prolly ever notice

Tryna picture what's ahead of me

Hoping I don't lose focus

I been toe to toe with myself for I don't know

A lotta years

Lotta tears brought me here

I guess I had a lotta peers

But not a lotta ears

When it all appears

I hope it's fucking obvious

That I'm this for way way more than dollar bills

Bothers me still

That y'all impressed by fake shit and not by the real

Well maybe if I was a clone I woulda been got a deal

They rap about a murder charge but the records showing "not enough kills"

How does it feel

Your whole life is right in front of you

The truth just got spilled

Million dollar ideas coming from my two cents

In my mind I'm just thinking bout what imma do next

[Bridge 2]

Got the passion of a million rappers wrapped up in one

Oh no, man I can't do this shit for fun

Tell you what, man I owe it to the city I'm from

Got the passion of a million rappers, come and get some

[Bridge: The Enlightened]

The story's the same

But you haven't heard it all

I'm going insane

But ain't going towards the fall

[Verse 3]

Fall

Damn, the ball been dropped

Pick right up where I had left it

Carried straight to the top

I ain't gonna stop

They make my heart break when they start

May not been great from the start

But the shit I say is straight from the heart

Can't take it apart

Maybe that just means that I'm playing it smart

Had my own fucking fam saying that I need the hype man

Yeah, right man

Fuck that shit, I'll be alright man

I'd rather be myself if imma make it at all

And if someone suggest a change, hope I don't make it at all

I'm the, best to do this in oh so long

They flow so wrong

Forget about Joe Blows song

Had a vision just the other night

Reminiscing summer times

Oops, ain't got no time for that

I just cut another tie

I just cut another tie

Another rhyme upon me

Wishing that I had another mind

Another time to make the shit that I create

Then I'd be great

Fuck the game up so much

And man I hope that it can ovulate

Conversations bout making it

Complications with taking it

Ain't faking it like I made it

Inviting niggas to hate it

Saying for goodness gracious

And this is a waste of patience

Get so insane with the waiting

That I'm becoming complacent

Im back and forth with the pacing

And facing so many choices

The focus is getting notice

They thinking that I'm a novice

Or novice, man fuck that word

I'm here putting in all the work

[Outro: The Enlightened]

The story's the same

But you haven't heard it all

I'm going insane

But ain't going towards the fall