Adapt to daylight that breaks over roofs on horizon
Split chest to concrete to clear sinus
Letters curve like [bad word] writers
Respect due to Phase2
Bombs grew from angst of knuckled fighters

EFX:

The ones who fell in [bad word] the ones who never cared to adapt
The ones in life who always felt trapped
The ones who made a real impact
The ones who molded exactly where these thought sat.

Verses amplified acoustically through wires
Makes perfect sense in mind with liquored [bad word] It all makes sense when mind's on liquored [bad word] Traveled under soil with Osiris
Birth and death of modern world on the Tigris
Why fight this?
Okt [bad word] why you even mic this?
Most the rest of world don't even like us
Ink flow from pen to raw [bad word] 12 straight hours doing work ain't even tired
Tried and hung from sycamore
cause i attempt to play Picasso for the poor
No one wants to hear this lion's roar
No one wants to hear a lion's roar
Attempts on life are insured
With [bad word] i spit on tours
Bourge muthafukas expect us on all fours
Use [bad word] force when i need to underscore
the perfect paragraph always hit block raw
Hits blocks (raw).

Endure the everyday, remain tarnished [bad word] is all tarnished
Corner stoops is all tarnished
Even when it's strength we try to harness
My mental stay tarnished
The way we act on streets is all tarnished
Even when we meek we still tarnished
All the words we speak is mad tarnished
The core of man tarnished

They say at best we tamed savage
this train of thought kept collective souls all ravished
Raised a weary fist to catch my breath above the gutter
gave away our hope and dignity as not to smother
We still suffer!
Tragedy at times results in stutter
Stability off kilter
Resist within oppression
the [bad word] is our weapon
Perhaps this is the blessing
Existence as the lesson.

EFX:

Ink flow from pen to raw [bad word] 12 straight hours doing work ain't even tired
Tried and hung from sycamore
cause i attempt to play Picasso for the poor
No one wants to hear this lion's roar
No one wants to hear a lion's roar
Attempts on life are insured
With [bad word] i spit on tours
Bourge muthafukas expect us on all fours

No need to mention where we is or where we at
Instead i reminisce on all my peoples that we lost Black
The ones who molded exactly where these thought sat
The ones who taught me how to act
The ones who fell in [bad word] the ones who never cared to adapt
The ones in life who always felt trapped
The ones who made a real impact
The ones who had the qualities your average man [bad word] their memories to wax
In [bad word] their very tarnished essence to the core of (this track).

Endure the everyday, remain tarnished [bad word] is all tarnished
Corner stoops is all tarnished
Even when it's strength we try to harness
My mental stay tarnished
The way we act on streets is all tarnished
Even when we meek we still tarnished
All the words we speak is mad tarnished
The core of man tarnished

Endure the everyday, remain tarnished [bad word] is all tarnished
Corner stoops is all tarnished
Even when it's strength we try to harness
My mental stay tarnished
The way we act on streets is all tarnished
Even when we meek we still tarnished
All the words we speak is mad tarnished
The core of man tarnished