Verse 1:Self sustained, I'm a soldier in this battle
Between shepherds and their cattle. d**h rattles,
Ringing in your ear, telling you of all the things
That you don't want to hear: you let the fear take a
Hold; there's no "being so bold" cuz' your being was
Sold and now you do as you're told, so much that
You chill, so laid back that your a** doesn't move
When they're on the attack and you let it all go....
fu*k THAT
You should take a step back. You got sh** in your
Hat. That's why I had to come back here, don't you
Ever forget it! My name is Acro, I'm a god but don't
Flaunt it and see I spit like I'm Sonic on that
Bubonic chronic. Shamanic, it's psionic like
Harmonics in sonnets. Truth be told, you're not
Ready for this sh**. I'll leave you burnt like a scald
With all the knowledge I spit on the coming of
Events and the nature of it:
Like a crack of a whip, this world snaps back and,
From the force of the hit, I won't be feeling no
Flak cuz' my source is legit, there's no weight on
My back and my light shins bright cuz' I'm not
Wearing a mask. You ba*tards better move fast
From the swing of the bat cuz' when the pitch has
Been thrown, they won't be cutting no slack.
There'll be no going back; just an endless reign of
Blows. Now what you think about that? Don't you
Know? Freedom flows, he's a product of it
Verse 2: Product of a mental fight club, insightful
Love, when push comes to shove, we bring down
Rain like a Mayan dancing game, incessantly I
Search to tame impressions that, repetitively scar
The brain, hereditary disdain, revolutionary that's
Name, evolutionary string of change, we're
Debaters of saviors invaders of habit taught
Misbehavior we're gold traitors. Find common
Place we're skippin' past the paper chase a modern
Face we're skippin' disgrace. Distress from the press
A mess of odorless poisons of d**h, my goodness.
You eat it up, speed it up, search for luck and
Realize your stuck, in a life awestruck. Clipped
Wings means the birds can't be freed and locked
Gates means it won't be that easy. Now sometimes
The wings expand past the cage though and
Sometimes the chickens get lucky they escape the
Show, we flow for a meaning a bringing of
Understanding for all those who be seeing.
Believing, this sh** is f**ed up, achieving, a world
Full of love, I'm seeing, new thoughts in your head
And through the beat, these words we spread.
Outro: The past is a lesson the futures a dream, life
Is the present the gift in between. The past is a
Lesson the futures a dream, life is the present the
Gift in between, we say the past is a lesson the futures a dream, life
Is the present the gift in between, we say the past
Is a lesson the question is seeing, live it in the now
And life that's what you are breathing.