[Verse 1: Camilo Martinez] Young brave and infamous, slowly k**ing' instruments That's the one guilt that stains all my innocence Mastering the sound, flow and deliverance Rhymes are a gift heaven sent saint Nicholas Feeling this? No gimmick or schemes Run lyrical themes for the shows in my dreams And reality. Climbing high no gravity Pulling me down and my conceited mentality [Verse 2: Camilo Martinez] Woke from a sleep I was dreaming like Lupe Mind on the books but my thoughts go two ways One is the love for the soul and the mic One that's a battle for the rest of my life I know the flow's gotta go but I've came far to let it sink too low We only got one life to lead and on mics I bleed But medicine the true deed