[Verse 1]
Picturing the future, past, and present
Compare to contrast, to my named paved on cement
Making my mark on society of state and time
But I'm working in my prime to keep the rate sublime
An maybe it's crazy to be shirking, lurking for a better life
Sometimes it's like breaking a fetter with a knife
Brothers getting used to shoe laces
Spewed places, backgrounds, memories hound, strew traces
Many races, plenty faces, grace is herbing in the garden of life
Peaces lived, forgived, but was murdered by the strife
Poetry singing, flowers springing, and the hours wringing
Clouds devouring air, the flare towering the very bare
The devils snare the weak and its a glare shriek, a family rancid
Heirs speak to gain finances, or to avoid strain chances
I grooving to rain dances
And in an instance of pain, we must gain our advances