We're one and the same, flesh and blood simple and plain, im not the same, our minds are either sane or insane, we're not the same im insane where one and the same, flesh and blood simple and plain, not one in the same, our minds are either sane or insane, we maintain, until we’ve lost the things that we've gained, im not the same, we're not the same, not for the fame, only here to stake my claim, but im insane, like youve never thrown up from cocaine, just feel my pain, i broke from this chain, through malice im bane, one and the same, but not the same, im not the same, my struggles left one hell of a stain one in the same, emotions were my form of propane, were not the same, theres no controlling whats in my brain, am i insane, i can explain, one and the same,

verse 1 take it back to when music depicted this guys style, a mix of rap and others influenced this wild child, my brain it tapped promiscuous playing the field, was a fan of heavy metal but not banging the steel, what im offering to the table is that uncut, real, anybody can tell a story but cant say how they feel, anybody can cover things up, but cant actually heal, representing that hunger, but im not tryna sign a deal, hook see this that past music, so your momma can go and dance to it, yea this that past music, when your momma can go and dance to it, verse 2 see part one i gave you shots of my life, told a few stories, of glories through the darkest of nights, gave a little bit of my struggles and some of my fights, even pieced those around me showing wrongs and their rights, this time ill switch it up mainly for those who hear me, loud and clearly, i do this for the ones i love dearly, tho i am merely just man known to speak sincerely, nearly ended this life, so im reminded yearly, whats abuse when the abuse comes from having some screws loose, when a habits the chair you sit on, the drugs you peruse noose, your presence is always spit on, so living has no excuse, you add to the spit and spit on your lips now thats abuse, from a crack head to dead broke, ive seen my share of gun smoke, witnessed innocents get poked, the life i lived is no joke, ive seen and done allot i know my fair share of rugged folk, never snitched but have a story ill be damned if i ever spoke, Hook verse 3 inside, behind the pride i hide in my eyes, to give a another piece of my puzzle to those who realize, materialized subliminal lies, they falsify, what we see as an the industry, tryna dry, the culture we thought had died, revived tho ill advised, we infiltrate and inflate, but barely try to colonize, just hear the cries, of the artists worried about buys, numbers matter more than their lives, tryna be like those other guys, gettin paid to get high, which could also just be a lie, something a label said to try, for the base they supplied, if it fails at least you tried, they move on to another lie, then move on to another guy, who used to rap to enlighten all of the bold and the wise, paying to play shows with the money he makes serving fries, as one of his part times, dark times for the underground i crack a smile, cuz nobody can take us over now,

verse 1 remember when a single memory could bring you back, to a time and place, yea to a time, when your grind, was sublime, but defined cuz nobody else could even try to trace, uh now its all just a memory, look at me now, im not ev en a friend of me, evil enough to see myself as enemy, so far a part i do nt even resemble me, shame, but it all comes around full circle, when my favorite nas songs were doo rags and purple, i was part of family matters without urkle, it hurts to be pushed to the side by who birthed you, so whats virture, life outlined, by prejudice no spine, spoiled and unkind, ignorant dull minded, people who live blinded, got my back to the wall you but you still to got behind it, when you put the knife in hope you learn what a spi ne is, cosign this grind is no one elses but mine its the difference between kindness, one of a kind, Verse 2 (Don Dada GND) verse 3 remember when they told you when tryna mold you, high school was the greatest years of your life, but they d ont know you, all that it did was show you, was that the things you go through, all local had nothing to do with problems gone global, and that minors should not be vocal, these stages they used as focal, points until they scold you, mentallly hold you until you learned they cant control you, you disconnect with your old crew, but still idolizing goku, denying lies that they told you, your tired eyes start to show through, all the disguises you blow through, another problem rises, to hurt you, id make the same mistakes cuz regret is something i wont do

v1 Try our position, where no choice here is free, get tagged up somewhere where everybody can see, just know you cant ignore us, these arms signal a chorus, while they cover the horrors, with something thick but non porous, pray for the youth, but never pray for the streets, you can get a cross right under your neck, thats not a jesus piece, get hyped about your numbers and sets but still cant face police, whats it all mean to the man after he pleads deceased, v2 try our position where the priveledge is forced, where its not exactly the same but we struggle of course, labeled bored so we take meds to pinpoint the source, not every troubled childs a product of their parents divorce, broken home broken attitude, highly lackin in gratitude, my attritbutes reflect, all that i do to try to get, some attention, but did i forget to mention, due to lack of parental guidance i speak freely with no discretion, v3 Try our position where we stereotype, rich or poor, black yellow red and even the whites, it doesnt matter whose wrong as long there is a fight, its all broadcasted while we manipulate rights, thats right, labeled conspiracy theory, put right in front of your face, and yet you all still cant see clearly, we wanna watch the world burn and we speak sincerely, its the people versus the people

V1 by no means am i taking shots at religion, only speak what i feel, only feel what im livin, grateful for the life that i was givin, my mentality, dark reality, light morality keeps me drivin, with no direction, never told your “supposed to”, i saw what most do, i opposed, because i chose to, i put 2 and 2, mixed with you and you, made my own truth, to watch you chalk it up to religion then get ignored too, Hook see im not religious, but im still asking what are you praying for? still wondering whatchu praying for 4x dont need no god to Second Guess Myself dont need a god to second guess myself 4x Dont clap for me (a bunch of times) V2 by no means am i perfect, no strings keep me working, those things arent certain, still im forever lurking, i spectate as i walk around the valley death, pave my lane to my own last breathe, regicide my own mental but not macbeth, just know a book wont be my last breathe, yea i make mistakes, but they aint never gon be the same as yours, i’ll make sure they aint the same as yours, Hook V3 this goes out to anyone whose a dope fiend, this goes to anybody who stole things, goes out to anyone if you broke things, behind bars, dead beats, who owe things, drug dealers, even the ones who grow things, gang members, gang leaders, do your thing, just own it, let em know that its your thing, no choices, innocents with no wings, baby mothers, baby daddys with no rings, single queens livin out life with no kings, this goes out to anybody with no dreams,

There is something wrong baby, there something wrong, with you, oh no

Hook I started thinkin, then started drinkin, id do more thinkin, then kept drinkin, V1. I sit and plan out a future, hoping to introduce ya, to somebody who just defeated death, I envision a life, where i can say that i casually take a deep breaths, I look forward to not crying, after I vent or after I just empty my chest, where i adopt a religion, to have an excuse just so i can say that im blessed, but reality starts to hit me, I realize my values is getting lesser and less, each shots just gets harder, easy to swallow, you can figure out all the rest, Hook V2. i dreamt that i stopped dreamin, instead of scheming, and screaming, i thought that i had a better life, but then i woke up instantly, let it get to me that due to my history i was made to fight, under covers im still cold, my verbal bold, im not that old, but still see black n white, victim of lifes design, still tryna get mine, but have to decide when facing wrong and right,

v1. just listen, to those who know me its shocking to say i have a family, i kept it bottled inside, cuz i wont let it brand me, a home broken, my childhood was taken from me, i went from low to appreciating whats up above me, a mans what he, became early, the love was ugly, my moms wanted nothing from me, the sins of my father are to her what made me ugly, a married man, choosing his wife over a could be, a separation someone on the outside would understand, with 0 custody my grandma helped me be a man, she couldnt take me in but she helped me gameplan, prolly hurt more to sideline, trapped in the stans, saw the hurt, but knew itd hurt more to get involved, talk about a problem that we all couldnt solve, outta pride i kept it fair and lived right out on the streets, like every grandma she made sure i always had food to eat, wish i could call her v2. now as a family we should be settling differences, the main thing, is never leting things really get to us, its insane, we're all at fault for letting it get to this, its brings pain, knowing the state that my grandma left us in, before the cancer or prayers hoping for modern medicine, before separate thanksgivings before I left again, can i invest again, get that feeling back in my chest again, no mess or my teenage stressin testin my lifes progression and, made you a promise, that i would never carry hatred, you taught me that family is also what you make it, i love everyone that i have ever come face to face with, put my all in everything i never faked it, always told me to love my own mother no matter what she did, took a long time to accept, i was a troubled kid, i saw the same chip on my shoulder that moms carried and, it shouldve been that chip instead of you that got buried, non believer but what i would do to go to church witchu, eat all of the prewrapped sandwitches up at work witchu, get called greedy sniffin at pots before feeding, different generations she created of strong leading, individuals so when we say we love you we all mean it, passion showing in actions and words, dont misread it, i know your right beside me as i finish and proofread, its because of you i make this pen bleed, wish i could call you

Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture, hit this shorty with precision, my intentions to get witcha, patiently waiting for you to reply to what i sentcha, a few hours later i come and getcha, i preach to the choir the newest pages of my scripture, my apostles, they sing the gospel but all the envy it starts to whisper, its blasphemous, swallow betrayal with this elixir, the truth inside ya swallow ya pride and she starts to getcha, you start to rely on the shoulder you thought youd never cry on, then lie on your bed of lies sleepin next to a python, the conversations all night long, till your minds gone, no you hang up will be last words you let be bygone, insecure, you let it secure, what you cannot control, it fits in all, your rage fits and all cannot be sold, cover it all up by saying that your hearts turned cold, but if you open up a little then thats actually bold Verse 2 Merc The Big Body Benz

V1 We Idol, pill pushers, and bank rolls, Our aim shows, we target our children we rival, our neighbors survival, our minds grow, still we’re not building, entitled, upon our arrival, our time shows, its false but we feel it, no matter what we say, we feel it, no matter what we do, we still feel it with hindsight we gain wisdom to shine light, gain experience teach and keep moving, the blind fight, even showing their true might, repeating mistakes, with each win your losing, you go from abused to the one thats abusing, from being accused, to the one thats accusing, if no lessons learned, your just losing, if you end up burned we’re still losing, Hook Red D Daz Verse 2 Season V3. as a whole we’ll never accept mental freedom, we write em we read em, we prep and we seed em, we create rules and religions then enforce why we need em, so much that morals get questioned, until we lose and deplete em, feed em enough manipulation we eventually lead em, and then feel threatened by outsiders so we plan to defeat em, not just defeat them, or weaken, the plan to straight up delete them, erase there history so we can go right back to our Weekend, it never stops, this so called freedoms stuck in a box, covered in fertilizer, so where labeled as crops, from neighborhood watch, to every crooked neighborhood cop, where watered down to the point we all avoid or just watch, avoiding the shots, from needles to the clip of a loaded glock, we put our hands up to praise or to not get shot, unity is only just a word whether you like it or not, wipe us out now but please believe we’ll spawn in another spot

Verse 1 Duncecap Verse 2 concealed, like feet smell, without a pair of socks, of a hardworker whose pay seems like a paradox, his pay docked, hes constantly mocked, but he is not shocked, ironic how time flies only when you dont stare at clocks, we try to create, or at the least follow specific trends, with bad luck im star struck meeting with sean penn, here we go again, im fallin back first, its darker now like 70's rock music spun backwords, a snatched purse, can only provide to whoevers lifes worse, this lightwork, isnt lightwork unless the lights work, maybe this might work, a flicker comes with a flipped switch, its human nature to give 100 nd up with 50's pitch, thats for the mets fan, feelings hurt by the next man, to be so close, watch nostalgia slip out of wet hands, but im a knicks fan, blue and orange you glad that we're better, corny joker, a rapper, sporting a queer sweater, it doesnt make things better, things will never be better

Verse 1 now gather round, let these voices get heard, voices of inspiration guiding me with every word, a single word can light the spark in us, summon the strength of spartacus, no solace, be william wallace, channel that bonapart in us, that joan of arc in us, regardless of our washingtons, jerfersons, benjamins, lets teach our next of kin, dont be US again, socialism can use a castro, guevera to our era, black fist right out the afro, be huey p, raymond dubb, or sylvester scott, or dr king, malcom x, or a rosa parks, let guns spark, or start a movement from a simple hobby, or for your family be a capone or be a gotti, or be more like a ghandi, fight for the way your actually livin, even if living life is unforgiving, all you gotta do is listen and if you can share my vision, lets put all of our heads together, and break out this mental prison Verse 2 Status Verse 3 Zeecs

v1. I just wanna inspire, refuse to sugar to coat it, show you walking through fire, should never slow your motion, im not one to admire, but these words should be noted, even the toughest by nature can still end up eroded, ive done my share of dirt, while tryna keep it clean, ive felt my share of hurt, trapped in a bad dream, had times where nothing worked, but kept a head of steam, had points in my life where i said things that i didnt mean, i know i talk allot, i know im still young, i know theres no excuses, for the things that ive done, i know i dont know much, just tryna have fun, dont let your life almost end to see its just begun, Hook Jade Elise And I’ve got no where to go Time moves so slow When you’re caught up needing pipe dreams and far reaching escapes, time moves so slow This life it takes its toll Stopped dead in my track and I can’t get away is it just me This life it takes its toll gotta learn to slow my roll cause half of the battle is knowing I choose to carry this load V2. never one to hold back, wear my heart on my sleeve, id rather celebrate death, than sit around and grieve, i used to encourage fights, but learned its best to leave, i'll never try to encourage or change what you believe, I hope you get inspired, you all inspire me, i learn from all the mistakes and hardships that i see, i also learn from me, so also shame on you, for convincing me that we're all the same, thats far from true, i let myself down, and those who stuck around, so when i start crying wolf, i have to switch towns, sick of all the frowns, sick of all of the pounds, weighing me down, just enough to see light when i drown, dont feel sorry for me, just learn to not be me, i dont feel sorry for me, im just trying to be, i wont blame circumastances, or things you cannot see, just have to decide if this is who i wanna be Hook Jade Elise And I’ve got no where to go Time moves so slow When you’re caught up needing pipe dreams and far reaching escapes, time moves so slow This life it takes its toll Stopped dead in my track and I can’t get away is it just me This life it takes its toll gotta learn to slow my roll cause half of the battle is knowing I choose to carry this load v3. lets take time to give focus to those who survived overdoses, learn theres more to life than supply and new doses, we cry cuz it broke us, not realizing other things can provoke us, defribillators or was it your god whose charge awoke us, or alcoholics anonymous makin us feel we belong, compare wrongs, we tune in and add more to our sad songs, stomach pumps emergency room beeping dont last as long, as it does to friends and your family who are not as strong, as users whove accepted reality, right or wrong, the fear of witnessing a fatality of a lifelong, friend, you thought the bitter end, had other tastes to it, play stupid, but in the end, we all stay stupid, so many questions no specific answers get used to it, dont act like i am speaking in tongues, believe i stay fluent, i speak in people because i am one, always truant, steady pursuing ventures that have no end, im used to it Hook Jade Elise And I’ve got no where to go Time moves so slow When you’re caught up needing pipe dreams and far reaching escapes, time moves so slow This life it takes its toll Stopped dead in my track and I can’t get away is it just me This life it takes its toll gotta learn to slow my roll cause half of the battle is knowing I choose to carry this load

V1 go grab a gun, then go out and break the prejudgmental, medal, in hand, you can tell em i sent you, its meant to, enforce a bunch of stereotypes, makes us freeze? or to keep your family safe through the nights? you dont believe outside of war, in takin a life, imagine how thatll change when its pointed at your child or wife, its wild at night, i smile at fights, the sharper the blade, or stronger the might, but where still not right, you get the picture, cops can come and getchya, just make a point of instilling your message never surrender, the message is our kind weilding guns can teach a lesson, by showing that its not a good choice to end your stressin, instead of guessin, and shootin and missing pay attention and listen, my mission make you envision what i envision, my aim deadly, each shot, words filled with precision, a headshots the only way youll take my ambition, Hook hey say these guns are modern warrior swords, or hand to hand is modern warriror sports, but with this book im like jason bourne, v2 go grab a book, make words louder than actions, your hands clean, alibi's and distractions, you start a faction, then start developin some priveledges, using only words to settle all your differences, the difference is, when you give the word to take the shot, or give the word to give the word, now your an afterthought no weak spot, the leader becomes the nemesis, alone at the top also comes with a set of benefits, if not buried, make your rival your secondary, just temporary, till you organize his obituary, your name scary, but still you keep it all clean, a clean cut can be covered up right at the seam, know what i mean, decipher this disposition, sittin in this position, our kind would prolly wind up missing, unless we choose to be missing, to start avoidin suspicion, dirty hands wont take this ambition hook Verse 3 Alphamale

V1 go grab a gun, then go out and break the prejudgmental, medal, in hand, you can tell em i sent you, its meant to, enforce a bunch of stereotypes, makes us freeze? or to keep your family safe through the nights? you dont believe outside of war, in takin a life, imagine how thatll change when its pointed at your child or wife, its wild at night, i smile at fights, the sharper the blade, or stronger the might, but where still not right, you get the picture, cops can come and getchya, just make a point of instilling your message never surrender, the message is our kind weilding guns can teach a lesson, by showing that its not a good choice to end your stressin, instead of guessin, and shootin and missing pay attention and listen, my mission make you envision what i envision, my aim deadly, each shot, words filled with precision, a headshots the only way youll take my ambition, Hook hey say these guns are modern warrior swords, or hand to hand is modern warriror sports, but with this book im like jason bourne, v2 go grab a book, make words louder than actions, your hands clean, alibi's and distractions, you start a faction, then start developin some priveledges, using only words to settle all your differences, the difference is, when you give the word to take the shot, or give the word to give the word, now your an afterthought no weak spot, the leader becomes the nemesis, alone at the top also comes with a set of benefits, if not buried, make your rival your secondary, just temporary, till you organize his obituary, your name scary, but still you keep it all clean, a clean cut can be covered up right at the seam, know what i mean, decipher this disposition, sittin in this position, our kind would prolly wind up missing, unless we choose to be missing, to start avoidin suspicion, dirty hands wont take this ambition hook Verse 3 Alphamale

V1 My name is john d, just call me contradiction, i write about me, just so you all can listen, i dont use cuss words, i dont degrate women, and i dont bus guns, i spit the life im livin, i know i like to drink, but not a fan of lean, even tho i dont mind it, i rarely touch the green, been to enough clubs, not really my scene, and no im not a gangster, so i dont act mean, im not that good at dancing, i know a few things, i suck at breathe control, and i cannot sing, i owned a pair of grillz, is that considered bling? im not a sex symbol, i’ll never be a fling, but i know hip hop, i also know rap, i know whats mainstream, i know what sounds wack, i know whats underground, i know where im at, but if you ask me, im gonna tell you all that, V2 Most rappers claim their hardcore or theyre animals, Its radical how social reform can make you flammable, Or cannibals, eatin emcees like theyre danimals, Its laughable, talk wild but cant protect your mandible, But hey, you can be whatever you think you wanna be, But if you don't really wanna be then your a wanna be, The truth will find its way to the light whether you disagree, To sellout always comes with a price, so you decide the fee, Whether you grind in person or your keyboard, Whether your style comes from straight up out a psych ward, Whether you write for fun or your just bored, Just don't lose the love of the art for billboards, sometimes my rhymes are hot, sometimes theyre just mild, sometimes i rap angry, or with a big smile, sometimes i stand in one place or i go buck wild, its cuz i got the wild style, always been a foul child,