[Verse 1 – Cise Star]
Militant-minded, shining diamonds with my heart on the ropes
Take the edge. When I rewind, I'm climbing the slopes
Bring it closer to the essence, I'm breathing with God's blessings
Moving forward, but thinking, but sinking into depression
Pulling my own weight, I struggle with opposition
I'm wrestling down angels and strangle the competition
Searching deep in my heart—I'm looking for definition
In simple terms, I yearn to find my life's mission
Listening to the inner, this sinner will find answers
Hoping that I remember that Hell is like a cancer
Blast as a drum kick hits into oblivion
Flash as the sky splits, slip into meridian
Capture the rapture, fall into disaster
Ambient sound surround and press the master
Soundtrack of living in stores if Lord willin'
The last day's bumps so nice in car systems
Redemption
[Verse 2 – Cise Star]
My system hydraulic, we frolic
Young man he stands, he brands alcoholic
Smash through the gla**, he shatter against love
Slip away from the close-up pain—it's such a drug
Run away from innocence, a child of the shadows
Unravel the mystery, the reason of the shackles
No pot to piss in with nobody to listen
Went Godbody, Five Percent to the Christian
Crusades are inner, reborn a dope n***a
A crease in his pants, he stance, remain bigger
Looking for a peace of mind but never found it
Looking for a peace of mind but never found it, shot
[Verse 3 – Cise Star]
And there was I, standing here, wondering why
A blue rose never grows to a velvet sky
Why the Sun gotta go for the Moon to rise
And when we born, why the first thing we do is cry
[Interlude]
Possessed is probably a good word. Uh, what I'm possessed by at the time, I don't really know. But I seemed to lose a little bit of… I think I've lost my brains
[Verse 4 – Akin]
Crying, like breathing air, but still dying
Flying with broken wings, lying—nah, n***a, I'm in
No position for that. sh** is critical actually
Survivalist tactics got me on point
Thinking, “Put the weed out. Hold your head high
History's a lie,” broadcasting it live
Through your cyberspace. I might walk with [MacGyver's?] fate
Perhaps lose the next day, can't predict the future
You wanna be a star, crack a smile so they can shoot ya
Rhymin' in limelight—to me sh** is weak
I'm just another slave riding up sh**'s creek