Verse 1: J-Tone
The bigger pictures might give you better look
At this world that we're living in
Listen man, please dont overlook
All issues...
I pick up the pencil
To simply write
Because world's strongest gun, can compete with the pencil's mite
Pencils might, cause war, pencils might create peace
Pencils fight with the poor
Cause pencils can not see
Your social status, or your race
I'm provoking madness everyday
Poke a dragon in the face
Eventually, you'll feel the flames
Unveil the name that was chosen
Chosen one, chose to overcome
The change I'm beholding
Golden guns, to the golden ones
The rage that I'm holding
Goes to flames that I have molded
Into ways I have totalled
All the names that I've chosen (Uh.)
Behold this one
Little rapper who is poking fun
Half heartedly coming at me, and you just hope I run
Everything I spit cold and golden. Dry ice to the gold for fun
You will see, what these foes become
They're forgotten, and old, and dumb
See the things I have overcome
Peace and words forged in one
Peaceful wars, are only won
By the peaceful, poor, or poorly run
Reach for more, and more will come
Teach them more, and score a ton
Keep your score
Cause cheaters forming
Left and right, with more to come
Mourn for all, don't mourn for some
Mornings fall, and mornings come
Warnings lost, and gore will come...
Through the streets, and war can run
Prove to me the doors are shut
Then I'm Houdini with a bunch...
Of locks and chanins
I plot in pain
You rot in vain
When war's among
The peaceful
And the peaceless
When thieves learn to reach less
And wings form in distress (de-stress)
And teams form the respect
Then, and only then do we remember those lessons
Cause life 'll be much simpler
And less of us stressing. (like)
Look both ways before you cross the street
Cause chaos is just around the corner
Persuing us all as I speak
Any one of us can become the formers
The forgers
Creators
Builders
The pioneers
Innovators
The makers
Trainers
Or the engineers
To a world bound to crash within years
To a world bound to crash within years