[Verse]
Let me start you off with what the f**'s wrong with the game
I could say a million things, but they're one in the same
First you've gotta comprehend how we've come to slaves
And cause the master's vanity, we be running in place
The rich are getting richer by talking 'bout getting richer
Or the riches they acquired by talking 'bout getting richer
There be so many negatives in the industry
You could be a photographer and still never get the picture
What it take to give the people that you love the hope
They need to bring em back to the center from the end of their rope?
What it take to give the people that you love the strength
To break the cycle into which they unintentionally grow?
Saw the drips from the bottle murder my mother's soul
Saw the truths of reality swallow brothers whole
Mine to be exact . . but I don't want you thinking
That the angst that I got up inside'll blind me from the fact that
Life is life, and the only fate that you've got is yours
You could hate, you could complain, and you could start a war
You could face it, or you could scapegoat and hide it more
Be complacent and never see what's behind the door
You could chase it, or pace it and never get to soar
Never see if you could make it, never get to tour
On a line that's adjacent, but never get to score
In the end that isn't me . . because I live for more