[Verse 1: iD the Poet]
My time is limited
So listen-in close
Conscience flowing over
Best that I confess it in prose
Dopes don't understand the dosage they're takin Is making em slow
Hands are shaking
Mistaken static for their status quo and i quote
He's an addict with a habit
And he's at it again
Emphatically fiending
To rock the microphone or the pad & the pen
Diagnosed as an artist dependent on writing these hymns
Sufficient amounts of hip hop &
Cali' crops are my medicines
The difference is doctor iD writes his own prescriptions
My disorder is causing disorder
And problems for them
It's substance abuse
With every single stroke of my pen
Music Ritalin holding attention of primitive kids
I see all the lies in their rhymes like
Community forgotten in the limelight
Kings' money ain't a divine rig ht
To rock mics
Lions know that there's no
Throne in the wild
We are all staring at the sun
Suffering while we wait for the next second coming
[VERSE 2: iD the Poet]
It's a cold world when it's winter
And the heat don't work
Red ink even though i spend the whole week at work
After buying a buss pa**, nice pants and a shirt
And something healthy to eat
I can barely afford to be at work
I gotta stop and take stock of the toxins I'm taking in
Before the shadows I'm boxing
Start clocking wins
Darkness overcomes when the light won't shine enough
It's blowing in the wind black smoke and the vapor dust
When all you're seeking is these walls and their secrets
It's a heavy haul and burden
And it makes for long weekends
So play dumb as they advise us to stay numb
There's another mountain beyond the one that you're falling from
I see all the lies in their rhymes like
Community forgotten in the limelight
Kings use money as divine right
Even the lions know there's no throne in the wild
We're all staring at the Sun suffering
While we wait for the next second coming