[Werd]

Time is of the essence so I'm blessing every second

And my weapon is my pen in dire need of session

So I give it some attention and the tension I was stressing

Seems to vanish, and I thank you for the lessons life

But this mic it might make a slight change

Misplaced faith in fate will get you no name

Mistake work for luck, have you no brains

Sit back and think about that up in you're old age

(ha) And I ain't saying I ever made doe

But you geeks acting like Al Pachi-no

Stop lying ya bam

With you're comical acts you should be playing at The Stand

(stand up) nah you can sit down

Shut up son, you're about as hot as the moon

So jotting on the paper it should be understood

You're under me, underground and under my foot (defeat)

Used the brain, used the heart this time

With each beat you can tell that I'm

Trying in vain, with all of my rhymes

But that's fine I put my heart inside [x2]

Feeling all depressive, like my sentences pathetic

Either feel it or respect it all I ask is you accept it

See my accent retrospective of the city I'm connected

My perspective and objective's are selective yet extensive but

I'm defensive yet defenseless in this presence

And in dire need of reasons to keep keeping with the present

Comprehensive, yes my pen is, but its harder when I pen it

When the others half's reflected and it's hardly isometric

From the Werd side, Drew back to the full tide

Washed out thoughts in a wave in a sound bite

Some like, some hate but it's alright

Motivation takes many forms in my dull life

Does life, consist of what we make it?

And if so, is it confined to no other basis

If I hold myself back why do I waste it?

I'll just speak from the heart, its all I got

Used the brain, used the heart this time

With each beat you can tell that I'm

Trying in vain, with all of my rhymes

But that's fine I put my heart inside [x4]