[Verse 1: Jehst] I exist in a state of consistant transition Plans shifting, with insuffitient ambition Man listen, this is my advice Die or fight, get caged in or take flight On the page inside the margin I make light Appear in the form of the words I write It's all solar, from the lows to the highs But you're blinded by the wool pulled over ya eyes By over-sized flies who feed off waste Take the icing on the cake, and leave without trace The man without a face, I stay anonymous The way we livin day to day stays monotonous Like your bland sound, but with the weight of the world on top of us We still stand ground and brake down your fasination with the fabrication of the truth Make use of your imagination in the pursuit of expression Not as a disguise to hide behind when undressing Ya bredrin, I recon the question is this: 'To be or not to be?' A simple lesson in risk [Sampling/Scratches] [Verse 2: Jehst] Imparting this text is my only life after d**h, I'm left gasping for breath Asking for less tention and stress, about to suffocate It feels like I need devine intervention to resuscitate me Lately it's like frustration has taken its hold Restraining me from breaking the mold Or making the most of my creative control Times taking its toll, I'm elevating my soul by Taking the old to the new like nice and smooth My voice highlights the groove The break sets the mood, I express my attitude Towards my foes and those who show no gratitude You can't calulate my longitude or latitude Navigate my catacombe, or reach my altitude I'm too high, far too fly to stay stationary Basically I keep it constructive, like masonary Blantenly disruptive, and it's disgracefully corruptive System plagued with injustice But this is purity, you can't touch this It's much more to me, than just f** this But I can't let that discourage I salvage anything of value from the rubbish and repair I won't be driven into submission or dispair I prepare for war and hear the rhythem of the snare ...(right there) [Sampling/Scratches]